The Last Word

We think of strong personalities

Standing tall and permanent as trees

In firmly-rooted forests

Growing ever toward the sun 

But sometimes those

That seem so strong

Sing a courageous, lonely song

O'er desert dunes,

A plaintive tune that echoes to no-one

And it never occurred to me

That the next word could be 

The last word

There comes a day,

Not everyday,

We get a sense something's

Slipped away

And put aside our busy lives

To hear the song at last

We prick our ears and wait around,

But the next note never sounds

And before we know,

The final tone has faded to the past

And the song disappeared

Because we weren't there to hear

The last word