Tranquility

Mission
As the hours pass, my mind grows weary.
Every night, the sunset brings me joy.
Every morning I am renewed and reborn.

I will tell how I find my perfect moments.
I walk down the street looking for a gift.

Every step counts down one less to go.
Every breath I take is closer to my last.
Now, the enjoyments of life are simple
Finally, I have wisdom and tranquility.

Perhaps, tonight, I will sleep one last time.

W. Wayne B.


Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2015 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Mission. By Gisela Giardino [Image license]

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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