#318 Lost In The Night - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
Before the sun climbs into the sky,
Before the rooster begins to crow,
Before the moonlight starts to die
Before the stars switch off their glow,
I’ll have disappeared from sight,
Lost somewhere into the night.
Before the grass is soaked with dew,
Before the crickets hum their last,
Before the black heavens change to blue,
Before the bats have all flown past,
I’ll be nowhere to be found,
Lost in the night without a sound.
Before the fathers start the workday,
Before the mothers become maids and cooks,
Before the children run outside to play,
Before the students open their books,
I’ll leave as if I had never been,
Lost in the night and never heard from again.
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