The Eleventh Hour / A Poem by Karen

The Eleventh Hour / A Poem by Karen

You who rode the comet's tail
Over the seven seas set sail,
And spied with telescopic lens
A world with certain needs to mend.
Took care to follow his own heart,
Determined to do his small part.
Will push through the searing pain
Looking for someone to stop the rain.
   Instead found nothing but endless showers
In this, the eleventh hour.

How could this be, that this man,
Who gave Love's offering with a wave of his hand
Would be tested beyond human strength
For decades long in their length?
To take each blow that came along,
When none were right and all were wrong.
Yet still could smile amidst the sorrow,
And dream of a better tommorrow?
We, who in our ivory towers
Watched him fall in the eleventh hour.

I see a brighter picture still,
Somewhere on a grassy hill.
It was you who lead the child's parade
And brought the magic that you made.
To each little soul that was touched,
A lasting impression that meant so much.
   How was it then that we could not see,
   That cruelty stripped you of your dignity.
And turned what was sweet into sour,
Only to meet your eleventh hour?

To make history on a grand scale
Is to seek true justice that will prevail.
They say the test of time will tell.
Doesn't matter how many records you sell.
Is not the entertainer honing his craft,
But he who would choose the given path.
Against all odds, through the storm.
What God had in mind for you the day you were born.
Divinely inspired, feeling it's power,
Too good to avoid the eleventh hour.

Somehow that picture of you remains
As the image burns the eternal flame.
But I'll always wonder to this day,
If there could have been somehow, someway.
To go back in time, reverse the course,
Lift you up, this Nature's force.
But only a dagger to my heart
Leaves me wounded, broken apart.
To watch the extinction of a rare flower,
Succumbing to his eleventh hour.

8-31-10
Copyright©2010 by Karen Marden

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