The Last Note

The Last Note short poem

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Oft have I heard the preachers say,
‘Time n tide wait for none ‘
This is false, quite untrue,
‘Cause time n tide do wait for someone
Memories flash, moments of joy,
A glint of smile, a fateful cry;
your heart very well knows the truth
Love is one hell of a sinful fruit
And yet this fruit I silently tasted,
Fought with the devils, then I rested.
An eventful journey life has been ,
Dreams so pretty I’ve seen
A jolly fate I do possess,
Meeting you again was beyond my guess ;
Thanks for the company through this mile,
just never give up on that sweet smile.
Time to say goodbye, a warm farewell,
Enjoy your life, truly,without any fail;
Someday, somewhere,we will cross again,
Perhaps on a sunny day, or a night when it will rain.
The teacher still preaches,
‘time n tide wait for none’
Yet I couldn’t agree to it anymore,
‘Cause TIME N TIDE HAS INDEED WAITED FOR ONE’

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Martha Gettle
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beautiful I loved it

Prajvi Mandhani
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wow!! this poem is amazing and has a very deep yet mesmerizing thought attached to it !! i simply love it ! 🙂

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