And, when the time comes <br />that the sun, that always has <br />warmed body, soul and mind, <br />that showed, a heavenly lantern <br />all roads available, to choose <br />though wisely, perhaps not <br />when for the final time <br />it hovers at the far horizon <br />hesitating for just a spell <br />before submerging, clutching <br />the sad remains of my dear soul. <br />I'm overcome by a dead calm, <br />as now the countdown is interrupted <br />to show to me the smiles of those <br />whose hands I'd held for just a while.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-sunset-2/
