Go I, Before Tomarrow Poem by Charlotte Ambrosia

If I should die tomorrow, before I go
Here is some truths I want the world to know
My name is not important, nor the hand in which I write
My past no honorable mention, as a matter of fact lets not drag it in to the light
Where I have been and what I have seen
most likely happened in a dream
The love I have felt and the hate in my heart
No longer tears my soul apart

Time is not the thief to life but life the thief of time
For what is time any ways but life’s secondary rhyme
The old man that looks out the window and watches the sun rise
A sight that cheers most, brings the tears which swell his eyes
He knows soon he will have to move on but for now he just steers
The world around him keeps turning, for this man it ceased to shed its cares

But dear reader don’t be sad
After knowing all this the man must be mad
For you see the tear s don’t come from his soul
because he knows he has to go
As much as we fear it
They came from his sprit
He waves to the east and in braces the west
His heart beat faster as the air fills his chest

He sinks to his chair as the sun climbs the sky
His heart keeps a fast past, dear reader you know why
In the physical life he is officially lost
Some say if help had came sooner it would be of a lesser cost
But if you as the man one day realize
That everything we are to loose does not end in goodbyes
Then maybe with these words you will learn
That one day you too will get your turn

My name no honorable mention my past a song unsung
When we enter and we leave this earth, we will do it only as one