One Last Chance Poem by Moth Harris

Dust collects on the windowsill in a room dull and grey.
Memories and shadows still come around and play.
A children's book was left open, where she used to lay.
The cobwebs float away.

Trust that old man still, though he is dull and grey.
As you please, take your fill, come around and play.
A second look was left broken, where she used to lay.
Childhood ends this very day.

Dull and grey, the rain clouds float away.
Come around and play, childhood ends this very day.
A children's book was left open, a second look shows it was broken.
The pages were left in disarray.