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
