Cold slumber
The end has come, it is finished.
No curtain call to take another bow.
No sweet music will fall to your ears.
No caressing touch will warm your skin.
No sunrise will stir you from your bed.
No exquisite flower will bestow its heady scent on you .
No strong arms will will hold you in the cold depths you now lie.
An eternal slumber until you are but dust.
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Author:
Camille (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A very salutary poem CAMILLE ~ thanks for sharing. In today's generation we all hope to live to be 100 and stay active to the end. I value my mind and I hope when the end comes my mind is still functioning and I'm still writing poetry ! Thanka BRIAN
Wonderful write
the end is a new beginning. energy is here to stay:)
The soul lives on ?
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