'The Passing' <br /> <br /> <br />By <br />Charles L. East <br /> <br /> <br />The hand of time <br />shall soon close itself about me. <br />The winds of winter foretell the final days <br />which demand I step into the endless depths of eternity… <br />powerless to deny it's irresistible command, <br />I must now accept repose beneath the silent <br />earth of the valley. <br /> <br />While reflecting in my quietest moments, <br />I sometimes ponder the hour of my birth <br />when I beheld in wonderment… <br />the fading, twinkling stardust upon my tiny hands, <br />and then how I followed, with such unfailing resolve and courage, <br />the burdened path destiny lay before me. <br /> <br />The softly tolling bell proclaims my journey near an end, <br />at last… my duty done. <br />Weep not, nor utter regret, <br />for I shall touch the stars once more <br />and with…stardust covered fingers…begin the <br />journey once again.<br /><br />Zorika Petic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-passing/
