THE LAST TIME
Will we know when a last time comes on a day?
And if we did I wonder what we'd feel and say
That last time we will dance on a ballroom floor
From waltzes to jitterbug all night and beg for more
That last long walk we take in the early spring
The last time we listen as the Robins sweetly sing
The last time we have coffee, converse with a friend
Will we know it's the last time before it's the end
The last time we kneel and plant in a garden we love
The last time we gaze at blue sky, white clouds above
If we knew our last autumn was playing in final repose
Would we savor more its glory as if summer's last rose
The last time we hold a baby, gaze into his eyes
The last time we cuddle him, hush his anxious cries
The last time we hold a child's hand leading the way
The last time we lay to sleep at the end of a happy day
We know not when any last time shall come to us I say
So we must surely relish and cherish every single day
Our days are showered upon us as a most benevolent gift
But last times race forward as the sands of time will sift
After the death this week of a lifelong friend I have been thinking about how I really take so much for granted in life. I am now at the age where I can no longer do this. I should not have been doing it before. I had not seen this friend for many years but I wonder if that last time we were together, if I had known that it was the last time, would I have done things differently? I feel that many last times are imminent at this stage of my life so I am going to do my best to remind myself that the sunset I casually glance at today might well be my very last one.
© Roger Eugene Corell,
September, 15, 2007
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