UNTIL IT’S TIME
By, Myra Wexler Darwish
Let the days move on,
Let us live our lives,
In sweetness
Till we die.
Time beckons us,
As we hear the call;
The trumpets
Sound the cry.
For it is
The unknown
That drives us on,
Hands together still.
Walking paths
Filled with
Golden hours...
Until, until, until.
Copyright© October 2023
Ron