RMC

Culminating joy diminish

does the day that I love most

so I think I will try to finish

the day out with a grand toast.

Toast those who fight to light

the way for those who fail;

to those who stand to fight

for those standing on the rail.

Tender hearts will quake

while those not aren’t I hope

will not tender notions fake

for those at the end of their rope.

Eventual ends will rise a smile

at the end of tumult at days end.

I trust not but the shadows,

they follow my steps a friend.

Pain makes us kin my friend

I know him very well I’m sad

that even the Gospel begins

and ends such things so bad.

Yet it is true yes so very well

is the tale of life we all fall.

Hope is a smile and my spell

attracts no one in it at all.

I guess I’m in heaven now,

as I sit here I here angels call

to choose the way I live and how

to my shadows where light falls.