Before you leave with my last whisper
To merry down fate’s painted path Mine is not a quest of reason
To saunter shores of death’s dimension Bear to me one moments grace
Bend with me times hourglass Before you fall to fade of feeling
Before you leave with my last whisper
The scarlet scythe foresees its entrance
Though flesh and breath still hold their court
Taste the turn of one last season
Your pilgrimage will hold its course
I am an economic developer that has authored two books and one children’s book. I live in Southern Kentucky and graduated from Murray State University