In the last hour, will I be less dour?
I’ve never been; in fact, I’ve been always keen
of knowledge and every passage,
trying to give a chance for each hopeful glance,
but in the last hour, everything ends.
It will be dour, but not because of the last hour.
Life always was an inner strife
from misery to misery;
to end it, doesn’t make me happy
just ready for the last hour.
In the last hour, something won’t be dour.
For once, I’ll have what everyone wants;
the loved one’s words in my ears
that will give reason to all my hours,
for what, I dedicate her my last hour.
“An eternity of gratitude
for breaking a little
my long solitude.”