/One of my Sonnet poems/
Last Glimpse Of The World
As I lay my head on a bed of rose I feel the piercing wind on my shoulders
And I hope my friends that I dearly love know
‘cause I’m getting more and more tired and older
I see the maple tree’s leaves start to fade
yesterday was just a normal boring day
So let today be the day we remove flowers made
To get to the place that I make my way
I see the sun bright colors turn into a dark luster
I know my time in this world has to end
With the life I worked hard for was clustered
I hope in my after life everything mends
Then I slowly try to let myself go
But it's hard when you tried not that long ago….