At the end of my road <br />where the glory of sun <br />shines no more <br />on my solitary bending path <br />of life <br />way back home <br />and the wind <br />I've chased in mountain dusk <br />that carries my dream <br />already far beyond <br />my grasp <br />loosen from my sight <br />invisible, and fading <br /> <br />and too weary to walk straight ahead <br />to keep on moving <br /> <br />and too hard to stand firmly <br />with my feet <br />too keep back fighting <br /> <br />too blurry to flash <br />mine eyes <br />just to retain seeing <br /> <br />but one thing <br />is so sure <br />in twilight zone of my life <br /> <br />as long as I can think <br />I will keep writing poems <br /> <br />God is good indeed for <br />He created POET <br /> <br />Glory be to Him <br />for being His humble pen<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-testament/
