Is it almost the time to bid farewell?
To this tired old world with weary sigh,
The last man standing upon this earth,
Looking back to his sacred time of birth.
Last bud of spring sheds its delicate sheath,
Last summer´s ray kisses goodbye to the leaf,
Last autumn´s fallings turn to soft cool rain,
Last winter´s crystals turn to biting cold pain.
The onyx night dropped her black silken gown,
Day whispered adios as she lay her head down,
The living ebbed but lost & the dying finally died,
When love left, the woman broke down & cried.
Drought´s last puddle turned to sun-baked glister,
Dripping remnant of flood´s last clinging whisper,
The child of the world got lost in busy adulthood,
While the busy adult finally became dust for good.
The ink within the poet´s pen, with inspiration, dried,
Breath within the breast, breathed last prayer & died,
Amen, the last word spoken by the bold & the meek,
As the last teardrop rolled down final mankind´s cheek.
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