FAREWELL DYING DAY

Farewell dying day, you have served me well,
But where you go to now, I cannot tell,
As your dying rays fill the sky with glory,
Are you travelling on to tell your short story?

Through you I lived and loved and played,
Worked hard and even compassion displayed,
I rest and sleep till another of your kin appear,
To bless me with light and be full of cheer.

Is there some hidden place where dead days dwell?
Some cloud meadow, some bright shining dell!
Or are you lost forever? And your only chance to live
Is how we filled your fleeting hours. What did we give?

Look, your last rays of life slide silently away,
I”ll try and remember what I did with your life day,
So your short hours will not be counted for naught,
And pray that through your living, I have been taught.

M Ann Margetson ©January 8, 2000
POEMS2000/Farewelldy
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