December Midnight Poem by G.R. Gaus

December Midnight



Winter's day has seen its last,
The clocks are winding down,
O're the hills a shadow's cast,
Lamenting; the lonely sound.

Desolation again and again,
The chair it rocks the seconds,
Gazing through a dirty pane,
Upon emptiness that beckons.

Counting years, long foregone,
Empty home's, a living tomb,
Distant friends, all passed on,
Daylight; moves room to room.

A tear dried track upon the cheek,
Fond memories burn the mind,
Once youth, now feeble and weak,
All things; must pass with time.

Darkness falls gently o're the land,
A cold body embraced by the bed,
Hourglass empty's, last grain of sand,
Opened book, will lie unread.

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
A calm settles through the home,
Even new metal shall turn to rust,
Our demise we must face alone.

Epitaph

Choose; this day, with whom you wish to be,
Choose wisely of now, through your eternity.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
No matter our age, we are always aware of the time ticking slowly towards the inevitable…
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valerie Dohren 07 May 2012

Brilliant poem GR, captures both our mortality and immortality.

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Heather Wilson 07 May 2012

That was a true life, also dare I say death poem, that we all have a time limit, the end we must face alone, so well written

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