Near

Like the notes to a piece of art
Expressed form end to start
From that line I can't remember
to that catchy part
UNFORTUNATE IS THE END.
Through the process of rise and fall
excelleration and stall
Response and call
LIFE IS REVEALING.
Like a child in the park blowing
the pedals from a flower
and the zest of life from a lemon sour
THE DAYS ARE BITTERSWEET.
But I don't cry I don't shed tears
I don't reminisce of future years
Though the final hour is near
I WAIT FROM THE TOWER.