THE END OF ALL SEASONS
by PATRICK DOUGLAS
You ask me how long I have lived, my good friend
I tell you, an hour, that is all
Each minute, a year
Each second, a week
But now I must answer that call.
The first quarter hour
Was my spring, my good friend
When, like a flower
I blossomed to life
The second, my sunshine and summer, good friend
When I found and I took a dear wife.
The third quarter hour was my autumn, good friend
When the children all left our sweet home
And now, in this last, it’s my winter, good friend
I’m back once again on my own.
Today I must bid you farewell, my good friend
Must part for that world high above
I know you won’t mind if I leave you, my friend
A final few words filled with love.
Take care, my good friend
As you pass through this world
To harm no bloom, no tree
Nor beast, nor man,
For all that exists
And all there will be
Is part of God’s wonderful plan.
Love, my good friend
Each creature that lives
And Yahweh with all of your power
For your life, my good friend
Though it seems long to you
Is truly no more
Than an hour.
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