The Last Verse Poem by Joyce Hemsley

What happens on that morning
When I awaken - so forlorn
And realize for certain
I have lost! I am tired and worn?

The golden calm of times gone by
Has left my heart and mind,
And the gift God gave me yesterday
Is trailing far behind.

What happens when the pen I hold
Writes not one single line...
My eyesight dims, the hours grow dark
And my talents no longer shine?

A sudden decline to face alone.
On obsession, I'd close the door.
No need then to find the right word
I could 'rest on my laurels'
And worry no more.