Last Call Poem by Thomas Hooker
Last Call
Rating: ★4.5
Last call
Warm days
passing to cold,
the nights seem
longer now,
content in
my dreams,
angels carry light
to my windowsill.
In few words,
nuance capturing
a gesture, a look,
before the neon dusk,
it's coming...
coming to us all,
'last call' when it's
time to go home.
Friday, February 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We all eventually go home
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