My Last Tear
There was my birth and there was death
And in between a story's worth
Of saints and sinners run amok
With muttered curses under breath
While struggling through the mire and muck
That comes with life upon this Earth.
Ah, but look again - look at birth
To see the beauty we call life
That rises quick above the strife
And brings the laughter and the love
That surely comes from up above.
I'll think of that while under sod -
Anticipate my meet with God -
And understand His staff and rod
That guide us gently through the gate
To take away the chance of fate
I feel the love that comes to me
Through Grace it comes both bold and free
And says "My son , you're welcome home.
There'll be no further need to fear."
Oh, I have lost my need to roam
And 'neath the sod shed my last tear.
1-1-20
Contest: Strict Rhyme and Meter Challenge
Sponsor:Son of Spock
RHyme Scheme ABCACBBDDEEFFFGGHHIJIJ
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