If you knew that you’d be leaving soon
And had but one last poem to write;
What might you pen as you begin
To say your final, farewell good night?
Would it be addressed to those who’ve blessed
Your world with all good things?
To someone close you love the most
Or perhaps, a song of spring?
Of changing winds that swirl and spin
From cradle to the grave;
If you had but one last poem to pen
What would you want to say?
Would thankfulness surround you
For every breath you’ve ever breathed?
Or will you write before losing sight
Of past regrets and shattered dreams?
Will your pages be filled with all the thrills
Of memories made with laughter?
Or will sadness remain despite all the gains
Of riches you’ve chased after?
And I wonder will the darkness fill
Our minds with somber sojourns;
Or will instead we find we’re led
To God’s gigantic, love-filled ocean?
If we have but one last poem to write
Before leaving Earth’s atmosphere;
What will we say that just might stay
In the hearts of those still here?