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
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
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