Your Time
To climb the tree...to climb so high
I count to three...then blink my eye
My mind, I see...your life gone by
When will you flee...when will you fly
You hold the key...to open the sky
To set you free...and say good-bye
So sad, to me...I want to cry
When it will be...your time, to die
(Written 11/8/2019)
Favourite Poem From November 2019 Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2019
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