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Now that we’re old and grey
Now that we’ve said
All we have to say
Maybe now we can sit together
Under warm sunlight

On our rocking chairs
In silence
Saying nothing
Yet hearing everything
Our hearts have to say

Because we understand
Each other
So perfectly
We’ve no need
For words.

Dear friend
It’s been a long run
I think we’re almost done
Can you see
The finishing line?

All of this past
Has moved so fast
You could say
We sprinted our way
Rushed into everything

Lets go slower
And watch  the flowers
Along the path of life
And see the butterflies
High in the sky

You smile
The same one
You’ve given me all this while
And you say
It’s been days

It’s been decades
Since we last played
Our games
Snakes and ladders
Going down the slide
Wind in our hair
As we ran

I laughed at you
Called you insane
How were we to do that again?
We would put out our backs
And we would break our necks

You shook your head
And said
One last game
To round everything off
And your eyes gleamed

With something more than longing
It shone with the light
Of all your brightest moments
It shone with the glimmer
And I didn’t want it to become dimmer

So I took the game out
And you laughed
The game of Life
We’ve gone past that
Haven’t we?

But still we poured the pieces out
And we threw the dice
Like the way we threw our youth away.
And we played
Like the way we used to play

When we finished
You smiled and said
I’m so happy
To have had a friend like you
I’m so happy

With that you closed your bright bright eyes
And with that,
You said all your goodbyes
And with that
You ended our game.

But I’m not sad.
I know before long,
I’ll follow along
And I know you would be there
To welcome me.
©2006-2009 ~ice-evanesco
:iconice-evanesco:

Author's Comments

One last game is a poem about aging and dying, an inevitable fact of life. It focuses more on reminiscing the past and how time had danced past. They talk about childhood and what could have been.
This poem is actually based on the wishes of most, to be together with friends and family in the last days of their lives.

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I like this alot. It brought a smile to my heart.
:iconice-evanesco:
Glad it made you smile....
*was crying while writing it*
:D

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:iconsouthwestvoodoo:
im loving it almost made me cry =p
:iconronii--kun:
This poem really reminds me of my deceased grandad...it's weird, i guess i really took those days for granted...btw, i really liked your poem..:)

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