God's own ways

I see not the moon tonight

Even the stars are keeping away

Darkness is all I can feel around

and it’s almost engulfing me

I can see my end looming near

The whispering calls of death I can hear

and the dreaded beckoning stare

to strike its hammer on my life so dear

ere the blooming roses withered 
and the rainbow faded to nothingness

ere the sun sank beyond the horizon

My odyssey of life is nearing its end

I wish not to live a hundred years

and laze in the eternal realms of earth

My wishes are not for a kingly crown

Not all the happiness can excite me

All I wish is just another usual day

another moment, another breath

but I must exit ere my time is nigh
God has his own divine ways

NB: This one is prompted by a dear one who is on his death bed waiting for his end.