Russell G. Robison


I feel the tide begin to wane,
My heartbeat start to slow
And I am very much aware
How far is left to go

Come good or bad, glad or sad
Each day is my reward
Wish I could purchase more
But that’s a thing I can’t afford

The end of days is just a place
Where all of us must go
The tide begins to wane
And I will miss its ebb and flow