Just One More... Poem by Snehal Bhosale

As years rolleth into months,
as did days to hours;
as blossoms swirled with the wind
into another world at bay.

Every dying man to his God,
.......just one thing say.

God just one more moment
yet another hour
a single more breath.
......give my hand a liltle more heat.

That he may bid adieu
Before disappearing into the blue
The final Good-Bye.
the last glimpse of each eager eye.

The games he played,
the friends he made.

the penny he stole,
the lie he spoke
the lashes he bore.

The subjects he studied,
the notes he copied.
The girls he teased
the one he finally married.

Father to the children he had been,
his own childhood in them he had seen.

The mary of his life, his love, his wife,
For whom he earned, money all his life.

To give her love,
now to her needs serve.

He asks his God
Oh God, just one more.......
.....the last chance
one single time.....