One of the days of the setting sun

The feet keep moving
Bad news is unsettling
It's just another grave
Six feet down. Take it if you want it.

It will be warm soon
I long for it's caress
Disappointment is a disease I have
To be soon gone with this setting sun

I sit on the porch, waiting for it too
And I know a lot of folks wait for it, need it
But a rising sun is a few hours away
Be patient for that new day