Life?

January 11, 2016

Marked with age
My end is near
I'm oddly peaceful, there is no rage
My Father is waiting, I have no fear

I mingled my fingers
Searching for my loving wife's hand
My eyes water and sadness lingers
Depressed to leave my family and close dear friends

I close my sleepy eyes
The streaks of sunlight reflects
I am floating further away from pleading cries
My time is here, I can finally rest


 






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