Soon will be gone.
Gathering the harvest
of tomorrow will come
saith they.
I must meet with the harvester
of the souls a date I would miss
yet can't I am told.
I would enjoy nothing more
than to send you again
some few spoken words
after the mororrow again.
Uloia Norris Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-day-24/
