A Single Glass

There will be no sweat upon his brow

nor will time cover lines on his face

the day has come for the time to go

singular instead of plural

he'll run alone this race





The air is cold almost as if in mourn

while nights have grown longer now

vivid visions of tux's worn

come to his mind somehow





Tonight a candle burns

flickers and speaks to him

in ways most wouldn't understand

his mortality has drawn him closer now

to reality, has shown him to be...just a man





Dreams are easy to come undone

they can somehow drift you away

still the time can catch the sun

if you let it go, hoping it will stay





And as a toast will be given

to his glass his image will stare

back at him as if he's living

in his world without a care





Thoughts of another

will take there place in the mind

for it is now the time

for remembrance





Copyright 2001 Dennis Hicks

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Kimby Mortenson's picture

You definitely have a talent...this is the secong poem of yours that i read...keep writing and i will keep coming back...
Love and hugs
Kimby

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Thank you

Hello, I love your response some 22 years ago to my writing.

I thought I'd see if you are still here .

Dennis Hicks