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A Last Goodbye
The time that rages quiet by
Engages one whose soul yearns,
And even seconds quickly fly.
When said man silhouettes the sky,
His tortured shadow writhes and churns
As angels' voices weep and sigh.
Whilst he must watch as daylight burns,
And long lost dreams of love now die,
He spoons them into battered urns.
Then hourglasses taking turns
Recount the raging hours that ply
The highway, as old age it spurns.
And finally his heart knows why...
Eventually his sad soul learns
That each regret his pain now earns
Is smothered with his mournful cry,
...And ended with a last goodbye.
Copyright JLHunter 2017
(NdP Shawn H. Hall)
I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires. -Khalil Gibran