Poetry in passing

Thank Lord for the time I’ve had

I knew not the fashioning of my existence
As I stood there among my brothers and sisters.
I waited word as to where I would go.
My heart leapt with joy when I received the word.
 
To a family in the latter days, I would go
That were waiting my spirit in calm anticipation.
I arrived crying and now I go out smiling. 
It has all been worth it.
 
There were ups and downs and some regrets.
I could have been better and I could have be worst, 
A lot worse. But, I wasn’t. 
Thus, I’m proud of what I’ve done.
 
Sure it hurts, the morphine drip works. 
I knew they are there, I can sense them.
My children and theirs and my brothers and sisters.
All come to say, “I’ll see you later.” 
 
RIP

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.