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.
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8-28-2015
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2015
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