LAST NIGHT ON EARTH
by Margaret Jane Jones
If this were my last night on Earth,
I would toss out all troubled thoughts,
And listen with rapt reflection
To the Big Dipper pouring its
Velvet stillness onto the land
As the moon rises-up softly—
A muted gong of polished brass
Near humming stars hung in heaven.
In solitude, I would linger
Here to sing anew the old tunes
With sweet sounds of small delights found
In ten thousand short days lived well—
Loving and striving and thriving.
I would fill my heart once again
Until the glow of dawn appears—
Ever sooner than expected.
Margaret Jane Jones.
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