For a day must end
A broken bone must mend And the dawn must break As a thief must take
A river has to run
And a bullet needs a gun As the leaves must fall From trees oh! so tall
Covering the earth below
And in time as we know They are covered with snow Now where did they go?
For when life grows old
And we are not quite so bold We leave things to do Which at one time we knew
Now a caterpillar on a branch
Can resist an avalanche But a caterpillar on wheels Just can’t hear the squeals
For a creature is now dead
Deep beneath its iron tread An uncertain partner On a one-way departure
So for now my dear friend
I must bid you farewell My time has arrived There’s the toll of the bell
I’ve come to the end
Of my life and my love I can feel the warm tug From the world up above
My thoughts are now fading
My minds become dry All that’s left to say now My dear friend is goodbye!
This poem is part of the Poetry Book “
Positively Poetic – Volume 1“ Poems about Life* Passionate thoughts on Self Good poems on Time
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
You are missed whenever rain hits my heart Does these drops take my worth to you every season I speak my stories to these silver tear drops for hours Do you get every word of mine? Or Do you breathe
Clip not the wings of imagination Let it fly its uncharted way Yield now and then to temptation Let the spirit be free and gay Suit not the action to the image Fresh be your speech, and acts new How
I thought it belonged to only I, But you have claimed it for yourself. You say I should hurry up and die, That I’m only good for killing myself. I don’t wish to hear you, But you stole my hands.
More love is good Life has been good to me with lots of love from everyone I had the most rewarding job in the world fighting for those who cannot defend themselves alone I had great friends that truly appreciated
That day when my name was announced I walked towards the stage and took my place I felt very happy and content Almost everyone stood up And clapped and cheered for me But, do you know what was even more