One day there will be a time to die
That day will be one we must endure
The day will come when our life will try to make its great escape
When the only sound we really will be listening for
Will be the voices of those that we held dear.
Food we will not need and it will be the least on our minds.
We will come to a point when nothing more will really matter
When the noise from death drowns out all the chatter.
A calmness will either be there or it will not
It will be out of our hands as we are soon to depart
People will come visit but to ease their own pain
It will appear that, they all are just vain
They will bring with them memories
Memories of a time you once participated in
A time when life seemed very special to them
You might see clearly or things could be cloudy,
But your ears will work and be on guarded detail
You will lie there, you will come in and out of dreams
Some faces you might not recognize, some people possibly you had never seen
A mirror will no longer tell you sweet lies
The bed will be your station, and on it you will lie.
An occasion touch or two directed towards you
An offer of some water, and the smell you caught of someone’s perfume.
It will be the most impersonal time,
The most strung out, lingering time.
Who will be there to see your last breaths
Will it be strangers in uniforms or family
I hope you won’t be lonely when it comes to your end
I hope you find yourself in the middle of family and friends
I hope your death will not be long and drawn out
I hope it is peaceful and in dignity you will die.
I wish this for all.