Goodbye a poem
I lie quietly on a satin bed.
My cold hands together, a kiss on my forehead.
They place a rose against my chest.
Their tears fall on my face, but I’m at rest.
They walk past for a final glance.
Tomorrow is to late, it’s their last chance.
Some of them whisper, while others cry.
Some sit in silence, some ask why.
The ones that love me, and the ones that hate,
It matters no more, it was the hand of fate.
The world is forgotten when we die.
When the coffin is closed, it’s the final goodbye.