A Final Note –Date Unknown

At times I wish the world would end,
Just cry out once and softly fade.
And all the noise suddenly rend,
As would a film too often played.

Then there would be just me alone,
Alone with all the silent whole.
Not waiting with suspenseful tone,
But finally still, like dead black coal.

Then in the silence, they’d learn tears,
And sorrow come an hour too late.
With sweet remorse for death filled years,
For which their lives can’t compensate.

Then like a babe I’d hold them, sigh,
And for their stubbornness, I’d cry.
Sweet little child, remember why?
Sweet silent child, remember! CRY!