It won't go down well
with almost everyone-
life's bitter medicine
has left so many undone-

but there's no escape route
no miracle could be spun
strength and endurance must come
from weakness, ere the last race is done.

You can't wait too long
the song would have been sung
not a single note will be repeated
into the nothingness of time it has flung.

A touch that feels
like midnight rain