Sonnet: Sunset of Old Sun

Admit you might have done much more with your day:
sought out that beauty bringing her to wive
along the linear line of progress strive
and clang the bell of success, thereaft array
in splendor time's remainder to convey
an echo memory of thrilling life
recall that vibrates but cannot revive
a dormant spirit old passions would betray.
So dip a foot in the water's edge and think
of days, horizons, drowning or just breathe
the air of regret, you alone until
aware that others on the shoreline spill
unhappy thoughts in hope of cosmic ease
awaiting sunset of old sun to blink.