Requiem For A Day Poem by Steve Howard

Now let twilight sound the knell,
for a day I've lived and loved so well.
A day of warmth when I am cold,
a day of youth when I am old.
Each hour marked by it's own song,
with hopeful dreams that sang along.
Let this day's timely blossom
fall,
in the orchard there, beyond the
wall.
To be remembered in a dream,
where all good things are what
they seem.
Goodnight, goodnight, the vespers call.
God bless you one, God bless you all.