10-18-2020, 12:42 PM
Kind faces gather round my bed
and I am moved
to a room, clean and pale
where a machine at my head
breathes a sigh
as I exhale.
Last words?......already spoken
become last thoughts to be sang.
A token pang for each heart broken,
a song of loss for every wrong.
Then, what of bliss,
that bridal kiss
and the pride of family?
No, not this....
the catalyst of heightened memory.
But, as a boy beside the sea,
when all I had were pen and pad
and the joy of writing poetry.
and I am moved
to a room, clean and pale
where a machine at my head
breathes a sigh
as I exhale.
Last words?......already spoken
become last thoughts to be sang.
A token pang for each heart broken,
a song of loss for every wrong.
Then, what of bliss,
that bridal kiss
and the pride of family?
No, not this....
the catalyst of heightened memory.
But, as a boy beside the sea,
when all I had were pen and pad
and the joy of writing poetry.