"Just A Memory"

Running under skies of blue,

through the green grass of home,

a lifetime ahead of me,

thinking my life was completely free.

Little did I know,

my time  was truthfully limited,

gray days into black nights,

now I ask who turned out the lights.

Around this time next year,

memories of my life,

will be all that's realistically left,

who do I blame for the untimely theft.

No one, times just takes you,

down a road less traveled,

jut waiting for peaceful serenity,

so much to be said for final destiny.

Like a film Noir slow motion,

flashing before my eyes,

saying sweet good-bye is done,

as I bravely await my terminal sun.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020

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