Farewell To Poetry

I know the time will come to say goodbye although I know I am not ready yet once granted life we want to never die but death will always stalk us like regret there are so many things I want to say surrender of the soul provides a rest as time so quick and quietly slips away compared to life I rate that second best compelled each day to write another rhyme a cruel companion trails my every stride I know that I am running out of time and mortal gods are still my only guide perhaps this life is but a metaphor where I continue on my weary way until I find some secret open door so I will not give in to death's dismay but even now I hear its stealthy tread it waits for me to look upon its face and though I would outrun my haunting dread I know I'll never win this futile race