Mere pages to finish

before the final dot is reached.

Creator shall my book too bind

safe-keeping with many others. 

Few more words meaningful

shall the orator utter,

voice flying swift in hall,

echoing all ariund in the wall.

Mere moments has the World

to present herself in full glory,

two holes, my favourite part

shall suck in this wonderful sight.

Creatures of Earth shall no more voice

nor sing their sweet musical song,

awaits me a life so true

where silence is my only sound.

Allow me to touch and see

to feel the fresh Earth,

to revive the memories of being,

such a being that could sense.

A few mouthfuls of precious air

to take in the symbol of youth.

To know that in me

past,present and future are one.