Sermon of a dying year

[Sam]

Sermon of a dying year


Track the footprints left behind
Walk steadily on your own course
What goes in the ocean, sinks
The bell is about to ring

What’s left behind is left
What comes now is next

Sun will go blind in the dark
Stars open their eyes, clear & sharp
Focus no more on history and mourn
‘Tis a sermon for the dying sun

What comes now will be left
What will be left behind is next

Paper cries for more pain
Canvas cries for more paint
An echo of more to come
‘Tis a sermon for a dying sun

Let the countdown begin and wait
Each of us will die in time

 

[Kat]

very moving...very good writing as usual sam

 

[Bagel]

very nice !

 

[Fearless]

Awesome poem!! I really like it...esp how you sort of used contrasting imageries Good job.

 

[Sam]

thanks guys I am obliged

 

[Fearless]

You're welcome

 

[Eridanus]

Wonderfully written.

 

[Sam]

Thanks Buddy

by the way where is my mentor " SILENT EYEZ "