My withered threads
His light is fading, will he last another day?
And what am I suppose to say, when they all ask if I’m okay?
He wasn’t there when growing up,
He made it clear only to fill his cup,
What could have been we will never know,
So hold on tight and enjoy the show,
For sorrowed hearts and withered ways,
There’s always a story to pass the days,
Days of old and days of new,
But tomorrow draws closer to,
I cannot stand it,
They shone so bright,
I hope he lasts another night,
We will see tomorrow,
It’s time to sleep now,
Lay upon your beds,
Rest your heads,
Forget the withered threads….. For now.
R.M