Heal

Heal

Here I lie, beneath a tree at night, and reminisce
Of years gone past, of youth’s careless bliss
For I’ve an affliction, most deadly, and it has come to claim
But do not despair – a good life I’ve lived, no stains to my name

Alas, one cannot help but feel a bit remorsed
Because of deeds dreamed of, but never endorsed
For things witnessed, never to be seen again
And then one wonders, though probably in vain…

Who will greet the sunrise?
Who will meet the day?
Who will on the dusk lay eyes?
And who will wish the night away?

Now, my death comes to take me, though I’m not yet done
I wish to watch the stars some more, I wish to see the rising sun
But with my last breath I can only cry umbrage to the Moon
“All are cursed with the illness called life… Let them not heal soon!”