The End
Death and dying has me crying
The denial of a future to me defiling
The riding of the wave of life declining
Has my soul and spirt often whining
The moments come when it feels close
The feeling of pain is what I fear the most
The reason of salvation a quiet boast
Yet still death would come so close
Looking back at what I leave behind
To this world I was very kind
If I could I'd press rewind
But soon concludes the contract I signed
I do not mourn what I leave behind
A life that was a mystery with a God so kind
For some not me He is hard to find
So death is promotion and not decline
As far as age I was not cheated
Long was life and still yet breathing
But gone are strengths that I once claimed
Yet other new strength are claimed by my brain
Who will remember the sound of my name
Will those I adopted have something to claim
The moments I learned and moments I trained
Won't be lost like as to a drain
A reunion we are told from young to very old
About to unreal and become unsealed
Not me my story would reveal
But He who loved me and loves me still
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2025
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