LAST    CANVAS

Hold  it  up
 the  cerulean  sky
my  last  Canvas

I  want  to  paint
with  pigment  of  love
the   Sun-set  gloom
with  fading  glow

I  know--
 I  have soon  to leave
and  less  time  to  see
the  coming  Century  grow
or  time  to baby-sit
to the  last .
My  aging  sight   now  fading  fast.

I know  my   cut-piece -time
Yet  hold  it  up to the moon
my  Canvas  last
till  I  paint   to  the  full
my  Sun-set  theme
and  while  I  have , -yet
sometime.
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Composed  by  Hiranmoy Gautom (Phanibhushan); Published  in  "WHERE   DREAMS   BEGIN"; (C) by  National  Library  of  Poetry , 1993; (Old  Management , Poetry.com ),  ISBN- 1-56167-039-1, Owings  Mills , MD 21117.