Last Triumph
The stage was already bare
after this last performance
New dawns will come
Yet you feel the game is over
Anticipation has changed to resignation
Later on, a hand will reach
for the golden ring
New voices will be heard
shattering the peace of the valley
Your last triumph is
not forgotten
The reedy voices of despair
will soon be irrelevant
Sunshine warms
the cold brown earth
Bringing hope in its wake
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2010
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