As the Ink Fades

The diagnosis was bleak, the prognosis was cast My pen, like I, will soon rest in peace Sadly, this poem will be my last My hands tremble as these words I release A tear hits the page, the ink begins to fade My pen, like I will soon rest in peace It's so hard to say goodbye to all the friends I've made Indeed you've become like family A tear hit the page, the ink begins to fade Your poems did inspire me I treasure the beauty of their sublime refrains Indeed you've become like family So farewell beloved poets, perhaps we'll meet again On the distant shores of eternity Where we'll treasure the beauty of sublime refrains I stare towards the heavens where my soul will soon be set free The diagnosis was bleak, the prognosis was cast Soon I'll be on the distant shores of eternity So sadly, this poem will be my last. ----- 8-28-2015