It is your time, my friend; it is your darkest hour
All seems lost; and all seems dour
All appears grey; and joys are all sour
You sitting by that grave; yes you…the old woman,
appearing to be brave
Why do you sob and why do you weep?
Was it your son, whom you loved so deep?
Please, do not cry; wipe off these tears
He is not gone; hush all your fears
Look into your heart; you will find him there
He is but a memory apart; with a face so fair
It is your time, my friend; it is your darkest hour
All seems lost; and all seems dour
All appears grey; and joys are all sour
You holding a broken toy; yes you…the poor child,
who has lost all joy
Why do you sob and why do you weep?
Was it your treasure, you intended to keep?
Please, do not cry; do not be cross
It is but the first step on the stairway to loss
More toys will come, each precious and dear
More toys will come with each new year
It is your time, my friend; it is your darkest hour
All seems lost; and all seems dour
All appears grey; and joys are all sour
You, lost in your reverie; yes you…the old man,
all sick and lacking energy
Why are you sad and why are you glum?
Do you feel bad on what you have become?
Please, do not be sad; do not detest yourself
It is but the destiny, life solves itself
Your life was but a chapter, in the grand book of life
Your soul was but a traveler, on the path to afterlife
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Indeed Sherri…
All is lost; and all is dour
All is grey; and joys are all sour, indeed…
Saying goodnight…
Last night…
My darkest hour literally started yesterday…
It is probably time,
my friend;
To stop dreaming…
And give up on life,
Like it has upon me.
Indeed It’s time My Friend…
To gather my memories,
and carry on my travels,
Taking the path to afterlife.
There is nothing…
Left to keep….
And honestly Dear…
why bother or weep…
Its simply time
To whisper a final fond Adieu..!!!
Let me tell you this…..don’t be an ass!
Didnt you read the poem carefully? I said I am there!