Everyone talks about the firsts or the lasts,
the beginning or the ends,
but what about just before it ends,
when sun and moon appear together in the sky,
Its not night yet,
neither a full sunrise.
Just before the exam bell rings
you are yet to write the last answer,
there is still some time left,
no need to hold your breath.
Just before walking the aisle,
still holding your father’s hand,
there still some while left,
before you get on with life.
Before saying goodbye,
knowing its not the end,
the last time, the last lines are special,
but its the second lasts,
just before the time something changes,
which holds together,
until we meet next.
Loved this! I’ve never thought about that, the next-to-last times, but everything in this poem is so true, and so beautifully written. Love “but what about just before it ends,
when sun and moon appear together in the sky.” Also love “just before the time something changes, which holds together, until we meet next.” Lovely. Thanks for sharing!
This is heartwarming! I simply feel the emotion flowing. Well crafted poem. Thank you for sharing.