What Will Become Of Me? Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

What of the coming sunrise?
That has no wish to shine on me.
That has no love or need of me.
That will, at some point, summarise
That later should not be forestalled.

That no more tomorrows will be installed.
What will become of me?
What will become of you, my troubled one?
What will become of you, my wonderful one?
What will become of all of us?

I do not know.
But life is for forgiving and living.
So, until we all meet again
Under a new radiant dawning sun,
Know this, I do try to love you all, amen, everyone.