I lay there still,
My chest was rising and falling,
But it was slow and soft
Like it was about to stop.
The birds, wow! Beauties!
Perching and chirping and singing tunes
The view from the window
Eased the pain!
The birds were not afraid any more,
They knew that my walking stick
Won’t move again!
They came near me,
Pecked on my shoulder,
Enjoyed the freedom they got!
The naughty little squirrels
Partied near my small snack table.
No! this old man’s nothing ! they thought.
The basket was full with antedotes
And used wrappers!
In between lie tissues covered in blood.
My family and friends tried
To erase me from their thoughts,
They did not want to waste
Their lives indulged in grief.
Mary and Jimmy
Grew up so fast!
They prepared their
Daddy’s grave so fast.
The black mourning clothes
Will be ready by dawn!
All that’s left to be ready
Is just a poor soul!
But something inside
Perhaps the last light of life!
Said there’s more time left.
Don’t be sad!
My last words
Were no more last.
I had time to make
More memories!
Suddenly a streak of pain
Held me still!
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