Final Curtain

 

Final Curtain

I heard the Swan

Call my name…

A cry of pain

And forgotten lore

From a season of joy

Mixed with lonely horror

Of a life only lived

Watching others sorrow

And happiness borrowed

Play out on an empty stage.

It is time, my friends,

To drain the pen

For one last stroke

And say a fond farewell

For lives yet to tell

As this song chooses

To be sung sweetly

From a swan

On a distant shore

I have yet to explore…

“Parting is such sweet sorrow…”

Having high hopes

For a better tomorrow!

    Dennis Sparks