ending

A weathered hand touches mine,

   old eyes shimmer in the dim.

A once solid jaw fades into a smile,

  worn and used with time.

Silent tears, tinted crimson,

  mingle on the tongue,

With dying words-

   "...and now the race is won.."

Reviews

[Glenn McCrary]

You definitely embodied an ending here and in an extraordinary beautiful ending was it done. :)

[love, lorey]

Thanks again, Glenn :D

[Glenn McCrary]

You're welcome. :)

[Matt Sayer]

Accepting the unwaking sleep with open arms. I have too much incomplete to comprehend welcoming the Reaper's blade, but your poem lends the bitter end a honey-sweet aftertaste. Well done :)

[love, lorey]

I'm glad I could offer a different view :) thanks, Matt!

[Rob Santana]

Incredible piece of work Lorey!! I really like your style of writing.

[love, lorey]

Awesome! Thanks so much!

[sivan]

shew you have a lovely writing style. this poem is utterly captivating

[love, lorey]

Awww heck, thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and sad poem. The strong description took me to the place and the wise words. We can learn from the ancient people in life and in death. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[love, lorey]

Thank you for reading :)