end

spring rain
The last time that you were there
it was Spring as it is now
and I was there
watching you slip away

remembering all the past
memories flooding me like a Spring rain
somehow it was only the good things
the last time that you were there

The last time that you were there
tears flowed like a melting river
as if my soul could be washed clean
and I was there

The last time you were there
new life waited to begin
as part of my life ended
and I was there

dead end All the hard work now no way to bend
listening to the words they say
come now it is the end

No matter the pleas I send
there is nothing at end of day
Come now it is the end

Thought three lives I could blend
now there seems no way
All the hard work no way to bend

Time no more to lend
all in unison speaking nay
come now it is the end

Now my sorrow I tend
no keeping the sadness at bay
all the hard work no way to bend

Not knowing how I will fend
all that is left perhaps to pray
come now it is the end
all the hard work no way to bend

Deborah Horton Writing