Wait for me
around the edge
when it’s my time
hold my hand
squeeze it gently
to show your love
come to my arms
just for a while,
as time slips
below my feet
when in a whiff
I’m about to go
over the cliff
hold me tight
just once more
for then who knows for sure
whether I shall be
your love is all I sought
these years gone by
just hold me once more
for it’s the last loving way
for one to really say
oh loved one do please
hold on
do stay
the time has not yet come
to pass away.....
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As there is NO time in that beautiful place I know of, I hope that ios where you are going when you finally jump as if off a cliff.
It is the hardest of things for a person to let go if only they knew what was there they would joyfully run to it. This is all part of our journey not knowing if it is the next bus we should take or the one after that we will take that journey as our Earth visit ends.
There not being any time there, I will call you later, Nice write, Yours Ian.T
This has a lovely perched
This has a lovely perched expectancy,
we see and feel your dilemma, I liked this poem.
Ann
Your kindness ma'am
this was the first poem of mine ,
you read .
Since slightly , rather mostly modified .
Glad you liked it .
This is still a good poem.
This is still a good poem.
Ann.
this was my first poem you read
and named me Istan
for whatever reason
you may have had..
then your impression was...
that English was a foreign language
for me...
so it appeared ..
thanks anyway ma'am..