Before My Sleep

Life is young
Then so it’s old
At times tragic
But most times cold

When I think
Of all that’s been
I cry out life
Don’t come again

As you lay me, down
My soul to keep
I touch your hands
Before my sleep

Should I awake
Illusions torn away
Again, I’m fooled
By life today

Why I’m here
I do not know
There was a need
Life made it so

No one dares ask
The question why
The truth be told
Just makes me cry

While you were there
Life dropped in
Said in time
She’ll come again

Dwelling in your spirit
Her breath you’ll take
As with her touch
Forever bound by fate
Copyright © 1996 Delbert H. Rhodes

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