Poetry2ponder's Blog

The end is near for me.

I have much to do and much to see,

but the end is near for me.

Time is short,

but I must write my report.

It is due in due time, soon, my report.

No rock will be left unturned.

No fire will be unburned.

No word unspoken.

No bone unbroken.

From dust we have grown.

In wind, we will be blown.

The end is near for me.

But my tears will water a tree.

And from that tree, a fruit there will be.

The fruit will be eaten with honey.

People will smile and not talk of money.

People will embrace,

Face to face, face to face.

Love will warm their hearts.