Writer's Clan

Later or soon.

The sun will die,
so will the moon.
Sorrow will come,
later or soon.

To shread you to piece,
to break your heart,
you’ll forget,
the peace you had in start.

It might shake you to core,
and leave you sore,
but be prepared,
for what’s in store.

Loads of joy,
will bring you to sense,
with the peace again,
you’ll commence.

The love will live on and on,
whether it’s dusk or it’s dawn,
you’ll smile after you frown,
the moon will again come to town,
the sun will again have it’s crown.