The Last Summer |
| by Thomas |
Once upon a summer's day
When I was just a child at play
I felt Time's gentle, loving touch
But did not think of it too much.
Later I realized we all run
A road that ends beyond the sun
And though we live in blinding light
We can't escape the darkest night.
I did not know when summers end,
On which schedule to depend,
For Life gave me no finish line
While Death gave me no warning sign.
"Tomorrow is another day."
Tomorrow came and passed away.
I feared that I had wasted, spent,
The greatest gift God ever sent.
But now that my last summer's here
I find myself devoid of fear
I wait with every labored breath
To gaze upon the face of Death.
For when this soul is fit for rest,
This soul will sleep where sleep is best,
For I will have no need for haste,
For I will have no time to waste.
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