The End

The end of my days are coming.
But sorrowful, I am not�"
The joyful times life has brought me
I loved them�"all the lot.

The end of my days are coming.
My years draw to a close�"
I reflect on my childish ways when
boys and girls were opposed.

The end of my days are coming.
I remember that lovely day�"
when his lips had first touched mine
in his warm and tender way.

The end of my days are coming.
I think on that long hard night�"
when into my tired arms was placed
my love, my child, my light.

The end of my days are coming.
That time is drawing near�"
but I think of that ongoing war, a time
riddled with dread and fear.

The end of my days are coming.
I remember that autumn day�"
When my wonderful, beautiful child,
To collage, they went away.

The end of my days are coming.
Oh! that cold Christmas morn’�"
The best gift I could be given,
My first grandson was born.

The end of my days are coming.
I’ve lived and loved and lost�"
my husband, so loyal and dear
passed with the winter frost.

The end of my days are coming.
But sorrowful, I am not�"
The joyful times life has brought me
I loved them�"all the lot.