
The day will come
when we will be gone
vanished clear
beyond these skies
The day will come
when I am gone
passed through the door
in the cliffs ahead
The day will come
when this world is gone
an absence
where once substance lived
The day will come
when all is gone
and our quest for meaning
will be answered
Until that day
we shall live our time
holding the line
for the truth we know ~ Caroline A. Slee
Yup, sometimes we all feel a little morose. Still love your words.
Thank you, Mike! The morose side doesn’t usually bog me down too much, but there are definitely some days it catches up. I hope you are well.