The Bottom of Town

The darkness comes, its final breath

The end of the chapter, a tragic death

What once was alive is now gone

Let’s gather round all, and share a song

How can one be, and then tomorrow not be

Is it dark or light, or finally free

From the binds that keep us in life encoiled

From the days and years here that we toiled

Where do we go when the curtains come down

When the lights go out at the bottom of town

Drift beyond in the celestial sky

Or cease to be, a passing goodbye

Will they look back or quickly forget

Who we were, are or still to be yet

A second chance perhaps to try again

To write a better book, to refill the pen