Call time.
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.
I'm sure you will be surrounded by many family and friends, and you will relfect back an be happy with what you have done with your life. Very, very good write Stevie. Loved the flow and the anology of your life ending with e curtains drawn or open...yearning for another dawn...a new life? Flawless piece! ; -) -Kelly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strong very strong. When you are ready.............! that is impossible that one can be ready for the end............ A nice poem after all