Goodbye Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Goodbye



O Fate, don't stare – I need some air,
I'll call for Luck, who's never there!
But Hope, I hope, might turn up soon -
Though that I doubt – there's no Blue Moon.

So Faith perhaps, the final straw
Might rescue me from Reaper's door!
My visage worn, I've one last sigh –
For now He calls for me…

Goodbye.



Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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