there may come a time in life
in an older age when every day
may be the last day every thought
may be the last thought
how would you spend
these last twilight minutes?
with loved ones friends
celebrating a life well lived
tidying up an estate assets
last gift blessing children descendants
some will die alone abandoned
unloved unwanted uncared for?
in death all are not equal
as in life all are not equal
civilization fails to nurture all lives
humanity fails to love all ethnic races
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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