End

End
 
Should I fear the morning moon

a bird that sings a precious tune

the ecstasy that hues my naked eye

should I fear to live or die...

when thou not see the morning fall

all is dead then we shall

appreciate the days we lived

the ones we know and all we give...

Oh my days that shorten now

the older I get the train is loud

although my burden is heavy at times

I know my life is passing by

Should I fear to say goodbye

as I see the lovely skies

where the moon seldom hides

leaving tear scars in my eyes

Now I realize and slowly accept

Life is a gift from holy kept

What a lies ahead will make me cry

My friends my life is passing by.....

Poem By Lynda Ferrer

©Lynda Ferrer/2013 RR