On the last day, when shadows fall,
And twilight weaves its final call,
I pause and ponder, deep within,
The tapestry of days that’s been.

Oh, how the sun did gently rise,
Painting the canvas of azure skies,
Its golden touch, a radiant hue,
Bathing the world in a warm adieu.

But now the light begins to wane,
The whispers of night bid me refrain,
From clinging to moments swiftly gone,
And embracing what lies in the beyond.

The last day speaks, with bittersweet breath,
Of memories cherished, yet kissed by death,
A symphony of laughter and tears,
Moments etched in the passage of years.

I hear the echo of laughter’s refrain,
Children’s giggles, like drops of rain,
Their innocence, a precious sight,
Fading away with the dying light.

The last day sighs, a gentle breeze,
Caressing my face with whispered ease,
Whispering secrets of love and pain,
Of dreams pursued, and dreams in vain.

I reach out to touch the fading stars,
Those distant fires that once were ours,
Their twinkle fading, dimming away,
Leaving behind an empty display.

On the last day, I stand in awe,
Of life’s grand tapestry, both joy and flaw,
Each thread woven with purpose and grace,
Each chapter etched upon my face.

And as the curtain begins to fall,
I find solace, surrendering all,
For on the last day, I understand,
That endings birth beginnings, hand in hand.

So, I embrace this final dance,
With gratitude and newfound stance,
For on the last day, I am reborn,
A soul released, no longer torn.

Farewell, dear world, I bid adieu,
To all that was, and all that’s due,
For on the last day, I’ll find my way,
To eternity’s dawn, where love holds sway.