Vee Bdosa Poet Imagism

The Last Friend

THE LAST FRIEND 
Out of the night she's called for you,
and raised you from a restless sleep,
into the life you're going through,
into the life you can not keep.

She's known by all, her name is death,
you see her, then you realize,
she is your very final breath,
and you have seen it in her eyes.

You look again, to clear your head,
but truth is truth, and now you know,
your book is finished--it is read,
and now it's time to go.

So long you wondered who she was,
if she would ever be a friend,
but now you see the love she does,
and it is there beyond your end.

She whispers all the things you've done,
and sings them in her song,
each rising star, each setting sun,
it all played out, but played out wrong.

And there is nothing here for you,
so welcome Death, she is your end,
and go to where you must go to;
and get to know your only friend.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa

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