Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible.
You said when your spirit soared, being indomitable.
Your face was red like roses
And parted seas of sadness as a modern day Moses.
No one yelled when you overworked,
Though we told you to slow to be less irked.
A north wind came blowing one day
Leading your hope and confidence astray.
You continued on without any regret,
Reminding yourself of the people you will never forget.
But then that gale turned cold and unyielding
And you started to wonder who will be superseding.
The rest of us watched on and raised you to apotheosis
As your blood became red like roses.
That last speck of dust left your hourglass
If you could go, why should we not pass?
Now I sit here coffee in hand,
Debating whether or not this will be my final stand.