What will you see
Drying rivers
slowly stop there flow
evaporating with time
letting go
the stars will continue to shine
lovers will whine and dine
people will cry
dear ones will die
the night will kiss the day
giving light to find our way
The moon will chase the sun
the animals will run
inevitable is death
it will call
giving us our last breath
but beyond us all
is the belief that we choose to hold
and for some
giving them a reason to grow old
By Tracy McDaniel
© 2012 Tracy McDaniel
(All rights reserved)
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