SIX MONTHS

How can I help fill your final days

Of your precious life with beauty?

May we laugh or cry together

sharing memories?

Or should we create more?

May I help you write your stories

And poems to those you leave behind?

So you may say to the world

I lived, I was here

If nothing else

I am here

I am here

to listen

 

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Come the End

Come the end, for I am ready;

Come the end, the world is heavy.

 

Lest I lie, or lest I leave,

The best of me

I will retrieve.

 

But if I breathe tomorrow my last,

And today is only

A thing of the past,

I will remember

The world and all its contrast:

Grand-daddy

They sang “I can only imagine”
In church yesterday
It took me back to the moment
We sent you away

War No More

I think I’ve found a cure for war
Young men and women need die no more
If anyone must fight and die
Let leaders answer their own battle cries
Instead of reasons to go to war
They’ll say, “This cause is not worth dying for
Let’s find ways to turn foes to friends.”
I believe that’s the way wars will end.
–Russ Towne

Dying.

My life is nearly over.

All my cell’s are dying.

They cannot repair me.

So whether it will be

a long life or short.