Last Words

    Last Words

Last words I speak tonight.

Should I speak or should I write

Before the world to me soon ends

birds don’t sing and flowers bend

Lucky you are here my friend.

Yes you who is listening

and don’t offend

The time has come

when Autumn comes

and all the leaves

dry in the sun

My orange heart will soon depart

with all my hopes at Autumn Park

The leaves my years that blow away

the trees the ones who will still stay

The ground my soul so very cold

and all I want in deep deep holes

The sun the one who cheers me up

the coffee I drink in my cracked cup

I now depart

 with all my heart

as Autumn leaves

drift in soft breeze

And you my friend

the one who heard

all that I felt

in my last words

©LyndaFerrer/2013