The Silent Poet

Oh gentle reader; do not fear

If lines of mine should cease.

Receive it as a surety:

A sign of my release!

My silence, do not judge to be

A failure to be true

To Muse's inspiration,

Or bond ‘tween me and you.

For there would always come a time

When words of mine would fail.

For frail and fragile human life

Would force me to curtail!

So when that day so dark does dawn

And ink can no more flow,

Remember that I told you this,

To warn you, so you’d know.

That poets pass as shooting stars,

Flash by on borrowed time,

To leave a comet’s fading trail

Of resonating rhyme.

So, gentle reader do not fear

If lines of mine should cease.

Receive it as my fond farewell

My precious kiss of peace