One Day (A Poem) – The Writings of Tom Grasso

I knew, from the day that she first told me,

In a swirl of wondrous mystery,

One day it would all be over.

A hand that once wrote an impassioned plea,

Would turn to stone.

A finger that once drew on her glistened lips,

Would draw no more

Eyes once moistened in tales of spirited victory,

Would be closed forever.

Breath that once whispered wanted dreams of love,

Would be silenced for eternity.

I knew, from the moment of that conception,

When the tides had turned and I nearly drowned in my own insanity,

That the end was just around the corner.

But I did not want my hand to become so cold,

Or my finger so absent it’s truest intention,

Or my eyes dried to the truth of my heart,

Or my words silenced

Before their time.

One day you shall feel my flesh and know that I am gone,

What was warm, now cold,

A room filled with laughter, now coldly silent.

One day you will call my name and birth sadness when there comes no answer.

Perhaps.

But we have but one day left,

One day to fill our cups with honey,

One day to traipse where the Earth meets the Sky,

One day to end the life of all regret.

So that we may etch on the stone that marks our end,

“Here lies a life worth living.”