Call Time - Poem by Stevie Taite
When the Sun goes down
Will I draw the curtains, smiling
or leave them stubbornly open and yearn for another dawn?
When last orders are called
Will I have sent everyone home
or will there be a ' lock in?
When the crickets play their loudest
Will their gently lullaby send me a slumber
or will it torment me and not let me rest?
Will I die alone or surrounded by love?
I hope my time is not called too early!
As much as I hope I am not left, powerless, waiting.
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