MY FINAL GOODBYE
The words are finally coming to an end, just as this pen rolls off the table, crashing down onto the floor;
My pen then stands up on its tip, and takes a bow,
As these pages scream out for an encore.
These verses are my legacy, I have finally for filled my destiny to write;
Pages upon pages are filled to the brim with my memories, all dedicated to my angels, who watch over me at night.
So many years, so many words, all captured together in this ink like glue;
My fate has brought me to this exact moment in time, just to write this final goodbye letter to you.
People say “don’t tell me the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon”, but I won’t stop until I leave my mark on a star;
You can’t tell me that isn’t possible, as I have already made it this far.
The ink is slowly starting to fade, but between the lines the message still reads out so clear;
I watch this pen begin to cry, as it drips its very last ink filled tear.
This pen is starting to get weaker by the letter, as my paper has soaked up all of its light;
After 11,530 days of writing, the end is almost in sight.
My final book is about to close, for filling a promise once sworn;
These letters have taking me full circle, the end result,
A Star Was Born.
As I move ever closer to the end, this star appears to get brighter, just like an ink filled supernova;
All that’s left to do is write one last verse, and then My Legacy is over.
I put my pen down, and seal this letter with a kiss, before I blow these last remaining verses up towards the sky;
I have finally finished writing My Legacy,
And I have finally finished writing,
My Final Goodbye.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011