I can run no more....
The rain and wind, the sun will no longer kiss my skin.
I have seen my last sunset, heard my last laugh, told my last tale.
Tasted my last fruit and drained my final glass.
No longer will I hear the crunch beneath my feet on a frosty lawn,
Nor see the boats returning to the harbour wall.
The ticking clock is still.
The rain and wind, the sun will no longer kiss my skin.
I have seen my last sunset, heard my last laugh, told my last tale.
Tasted my last fruit and drained my final glass.
No longer will I hear the crunch beneath my feet on a frosty lawn,
Nor see the boats returning to the harbour wall.
The ticking clock is still.
How will I survive?
What have I become?
I am a thousand smiles and endless sunrise,
I am the joy and wonder of the world,
Through you I will go on.
A final request,
Live for me.
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1 comments:
2, sorry about your Nan, but i am sure she was ready for the next world. The poem was great 2, keep publishing
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