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