| Final Moments |
It is too late after you draw your last breath
to wish life was different before your death,
Wondering if ever your decisions were true
on choosing life’s paths while wondering through.
I care not to look back or question myself
do I exit with honor or was life really Hell,
A meaningless effort to leave all behind
even while hoping to help all mankind?
Duped I maybe into beliefs of a sort
is God really there waiting in court,
to judge all I was and what I will be
a foolish old man or great entity?
None know the answer and none have returned
to tell of the ghostly hours when learned,
While walking through life and touching a few
is all that we are just a breath kissing dew?
It always amazes my deep thoughts in peace
when time is so quiet and life has no pace,
I stare at the moon all alone in the night
sitting in green grasses pondering my plight!
Yet all I have seen and all I have known
never were there many or did few come along,
to ride on the lane fraught full of flowers
that bring me unto this death coming hour.
My shaking old hand caresses sweet tender skin
of children’s goodbyes and thoughts of my sins,
the adults I have raised and the joined ones they have
who stand by my bedside wondering when I would die.
I look back on years and smile toward them all
then Angels appear to assist answering the call,
a beautiful sight to my dark seeking mind
as peace over comes - with joy I am blind.
by DWHolmes (copyright - 2005)
to wish life was different before your death,
Wondering if ever your decisions were true
on choosing life’s paths while wondering through.
I care not to look back or question myself
do I exit with honor or was life really Hell,
A meaningless effort to leave all behind
even while hoping to help all mankind?
Duped I maybe into beliefs of a sort
is God really there waiting in court,
to judge all I was and what I will be
a foolish old man or great entity?
None know the answer and none have returned
to tell of the ghostly hours when learned,
While walking through life and touching a few
is all that we are just a breath kissing dew?
It always amazes my deep thoughts in peace
when time is so quiet and life has no pace,
I stare at the moon all alone in the night
sitting in green grasses pondering my plight!
Yet all I have seen and all I have known
never were there many or did few come along,
to ride on the lane fraught full of flowers
that bring me unto this death coming hour.
My shaking old hand caresses sweet tender skin
of children’s goodbyes and thoughts of my sins,
the adults I have raised and the joined ones they have
who stand by my bedside wondering when I would die.
I look back on years and smile toward them all
then Angels appear to assist answering the call,
a beautiful sight to my dark seeking mind
as peace over comes - with joy I am blind.
by DWHolmes (copyright - 2005)
