BEYOND THE SHROUD
BEYOND THE SHROUD
beyond the shroud,
still, I have to ask the question so
when will it be my turn?
where it could be just days away to go;
or will I see a turn of the century be
and hoping there are many days to come;
or will pessimism steal from me,
the hope of an eternal flame as the graveyard beckons,
but whatever is my destiny
my eternal hope is that I,
will leave a worthwhile legacy
of peace, hope, and joy,
so that others will follow my lead.
This poem is about:
Me