No Longer
When I no longer complain of cold,
then you'll know I'm growing old.
When I no longer bead with sweat,
then you'll know I'll no longer fret.
When I no longer thirst for water,
then you'll know I won't get better.
When I no longer hunger for food,
then you'll know I've lost my mood.
When I no longer hear your voice,
then you'll know I have no choice.
When I no longer see stars at night,
then you'll know I no longer fight.
When I no longer can feel your soft skin,
then you'll know the kind of fix I'm in
When I no longer remember your name,
then you'll know I've lost the game.
When I no longer taste your lips of wine,
then you'll know I'm truly dyin'.
Until then, my love, I'll keep on tryin’,
and you'll know for sure I'm not lyin'.
Copyright 2015 © Ronald W. Hull
12/15/15
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Liked this poem. We will all at one time or another in our life face these "No Longer".
Love and blessings,
Linda
Always,
Deborah
...keep on tryin'.
Happy Holidays.
Chris
An insight that is so true to comprehend. Love gives us
the strength.
Lady Mary Ann
Can no longer remember what I was thinking.
excellent write most enjoyable reading
We alll can relate to
Peace be with you......... Merry Christmas
William
Michael D.
just a little bit longer.
John
Love ya!
Jane
Now you have a real Merry Christmas and health and happiness in 2016