Fariq Yusoff Poet Rhyme

Last Call

As I laid motionless in this bed,
To my Heart I submit and in my past I pondered,
With every sweetness I have taste, every bitterness I assimilate,
Stumbling down into slumber, ready for my number.

I am but a man with only memories I have procured.
Always waiting for an old friend that I have missed all my life,
For all the broken bones and pain I have endured,
For all the happiness and bliss, I am grateful to have thrived.

A friend I taunt at times in my youthful actions,
A friend I kept in mind after all my juvenile sentiments.
It has walked behind me for as long as I can recall,
A friend to the lonely and bountiful. A friend to all.

At last, before my smile, My friend stands tall,
I will go without delay. Without any brawl.
Closed my eyes and pictured a last thought. In love, I fall.
Taking my last breath. Death announcing my last call.

13 October 2015
Fariq Yusoff
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Pashang Salehi October 14, 2015 at 1:25 AM An example of a fantastic alloy of imagination and execution. Congratulation your ready for your number. Fariq Yusoff October 20, 2015 at 2:34 AM Indeed I am... Thank you for the kind words.