Here I sit, it is almost night,
Looking up at the dusky blue of the twilight.
The end of today is coming fast,
What little light remains won't last.
The night's air is becoming chilly.
Cover up your shoulders and you'll be ok, really.
Tomorrow is a new beginning for us all,
Or is it? What if one of us is about to fall?
Our days are filled with so many faces;
At home, on the street, in all different places.
Some of them we know well, others are fleeting.
Would anyone notice if one heart stopped beating?
How long would it take for someone to say,
"Hey, have you heard from so-and-so today?"
Not all of us will rise with the dawn.
Only morning will tell which of us will be gone.
So if there's someone you love in your life,
Be it a friend, a sister, a son or a wife,
Let them know now how you feel.
The sun is setting; Twilight is real.
I wrote this after my father died, and I dedicated it to him, and to all of the loved ones we lose each day...
You can view this and many other poems at www.poetry.com. My poems can be found by searching for me, under my full name ... Barbara JoAnn Johnson. I will be submitting more soon.
