the dusk of evening in my withering
where the darkening shadows creep,
I hear the call of the great beyond
beckoning me to sleep.
There are many things I want to do;
so much will be left undone,
for the fuel of life is draining fast
and I know my race is run.
I let opportunities pass me by,
squandering time like a frivolous lass;
I never knew how short the road would be
or how quickly time would pass.
If I had the chance to start life anew,
with a purpose and will I'd begin it;
I'd complete each task with a smiling
embracing each precious minute.
So live your life with the thought in
that only one turn is allotted all,
and do not rest till the job is done,
so you'll be ready when you hear the
© 1999 Ruth Gillis~
"The Call" received a Second
in the September/October 1999 issue
of Poets At Work.
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