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

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