POEM: Farewell

I hear the distant cry,

Piercing through the night air;

With a faint shrill

O! Unknown,

The hour is struck.

I hear the old familiar voice,

Echoing in my ears;

As clear as crystal,

Asking for help,

Alas! It’s too late.

I hear the call,

The task for which

I’m not prepared;

Therefore, beloved,

Be contented with your new home.

I hear footsteps

Which remind me of you;

Lo! The stillness of the night

Is the only barrier

Between us.

I hear the knock at the door

Asking me to come;

But it’s clear,

There is a gulf

Between us.

I hear the cockcrow,

Ushering in the day;

Leaving your place vacant,

O! A gap hardly to be filled.

A lost glory indeed.

That lonely voice which I still hear

With its effect on me

Is a symbol

Of a changed person;

O! Farewell, my beloved.

                                                                                                                FELIX FORSON