Book borrowed from the library of learned..
I cry out loud, to this last morning dew,
Ready the day, and what will ensue.
A restless sleep, behind me led,
Fresh sheets lay on, an unkept bed.
What worries appear, of simple dread,
On this my last life day, of writings read..
My memory relays, a lifetime learned,
Comes to me, of blink eye turned.
We all are born, eyes open wide,
No information stored, no fears to hide.
No hate, no lust, no greed above,
Just an empty vessel, to receive true love.
Fear not the dark,nor it\'s unforboding nature,
For in the light, there be multiple danger.
Simple glass, views more each day,
Than those that walk, their blinkered way.
From a bees last sting, to suicides last fling,
The end comes in sight, no breath to cling.
This air released, borrowed over time,
Signalling the end, of my fulfilled lifeline .
Will any mourn, this last page turned,
My Volume closed, returned to,
The library of learned...