A Moment Before
A wizened smile creeps across a face;
Her mind grasps at a gossamer mist from afar.
She sings the song no one else can hear.
The story always ends with a tear.
A creased brow eases out of pain;
She won’t know what she doesn’t know.
Everyone is ever so very polite.
She doesn’t realize it’s her time to go.
Necessary awfuls await at the door,
When morning comes again to call.
The story always ends with a tear
Which once held close now has farther to fall.