His Last Days

Down by the pier he loved to go, Twilight saw him sit on the pier, Rendezvous with self was his delight, I'd insisted to go with him but he refused, He said, “Nature has a time for everyone.” He watched the sun take a sink, He sat there until the moon took its place and the stars were dispersed in the sky, He communed with the tides, For he nodded intermittently. His face glowed after each visit, He penned down some words in a journal which he kept away from all. This was found under his pillow, As he went on an eternal journey. August 4, 2022. 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 11 Poetry Contest, Mark Toney.