Why Must the Days End?
By; William McCurrach
Why do the days have to end?
Why do the nights have to come?
The Darkness rolls in,
Night reminding me,
Of, my past, my sin.
I didn’t know what you wanted or needed,
You refused to say,
So now I wonder and think,
All night and through the day.
I go thru life, a statement reverberating in my mind,
It’s one I carry with me,
And shall for all time.
My father, laid dying on his bed you see,
And these are the words he said to me:
My son he said my days have come and gone,
I shall leave you before long.
But live your life to the fullest and enjoy,
Do today what you love the most,
Enjoy life to the fullest, and love those around you the
For though I be gone, and you may cry,
Please remember these words, I give you to keep and
Live your life with honesty and truth,
Be happy, be true, be honest and be bold.
As I leave you now, he said:
I shall be gone, and you will cry,
But remember this is not, goodbye.
We are all put here for a purpose, yes, a plan.
When we fulfill that purpose our time has come,
And our life is done, and I am just a man.
The days will pass, the weeks will come and go,
The weeks, will turn to months, the months to years,
And over time, you will, have cried all your tears.
But live your life for each day you are here,
For the calendar will continue to roll,
Time will pass before you know,
In the end my son,
We all eventually do what we have been put here for,
And our time is done.
Then he rolled his head, in his bed,
The vomit came, his eyes rolled back in his head,
And peacefully, and in silence he was dead.
I remember that day oh so well,
I remember the fishing trips, the pizzas, the laughter and
And have carried his words, with me and lived them for
all my years.
This was written by me, when my Step-Father Died in 1990.
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