My day will come

Some time my day will also come
And somewhere signal lights will go to,
An orchestra will sadly strum
A melody of falling leaves of autumn.

Don’t cry and you can hear this tune,
Enchanting, easing us of our sorrow.
There are some things that can not be in view
And one of them may happen morrow.

Goodbye, - I’d better say today,
I’ll hug you as if I see you the last time.
The life is not the game we play -
It’s wonder, but it’s not the everlasting prime.

It’s sad - the Death does never bluff,
She’s ruthless, she's indifferent for ranks.
I pity that in other side of life
There’s no the warmth of your attentive hands.