Raymond Jimison

The Shadow Comes - Poem by Raymond Jimison

The shadow comes, a ghostly shade of pale.
There's a darkness close behind,
where gentle spirits will prevail.

What was once quick and deft and loud,
now moves with quiet grace,
pondering the deafening crowd.

What once was sharp of wit and gentle gibe,
now offers us those subtle smiles,
giving full and equal measure to both sides.

Who no longer dwells on troubles and missteps.
Giving full time and attention
to glorious memories so warmly kept.

Though the body grows weak and slow,
there's no hurry to see the end.
Our loved ones still have much to know.

And may angels whisper as we end this wonderful run,
'As peace descends upon you,
you've had your moment in the sun'.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 13, 2008

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