Piece To Carry On Poem by Juwan David

At the face of death,
When the last string is about
To cut off
From the board of the guitar
Played so long.
Then I will find peace.
A piece to carry on.

When I remember the taste
Of my first milk!
The joy in the feelings that came
With my first kiss.

Then I'll find the strength
To conquer
My fears
And the grace
To leave my failures
Behind me.

So let evening come.
Let it come as it will.
God does not leave us without comfort.