THERE COMES A TIME:

There comes a time, when life is done with breath abating,

With heart´s ebbing, time to do life´s harsh & reality´s rating,

Time to count ones blessings & those old sins, now repented,

To remember soft given smiles & blooms spring-hued-scented.

There comes a time, to look deep within our loved ones eyes,

Time to watch skies scudding, upon those cyan painted skies,

Time to gift golden coins & hark at nightingales silver tones,

And time to guide all little ones, back to beckoning cosy homes.

There comes a time, to blow feathers upon the wafting breeze,

To sit beneath the leaves, of old autumn´s golden-goodbye-trees,

There is a time to sit a while & just watch this giddy world go by,

That time has now arrived for me, a time to bid you all goodbye.