Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Upon Leaving

Tremulous and sweet
I meet my end
Unaware the end
Was ever near
A smile upon my face
To mark the hour
When all the earthly trials
Will disappear
With open arms I rise
To meet my fate
The hour arrives
A sharply clanging gong
A moment past
The breath of life departs
So sad to leave
But happy to be gone.

Alison Day