My Last Poem

On bated breath I lie in wait, my body in silenced state. Oh, how in death we dread this date, but for us all it is our fate. Lone bag pipes play Amazing Grace, as those who morn with tear on their face. Life is short…shorter than we know, but only we realize as we grow. As tomorrow the sun will rise, then by night the stars will fill the skies…at last rest has come to these eyes. The window to the soul, that gave precious memories that like all seasons come and go, like falling snow or when autumn leaves in the breeze. Cherish time as time won’t last, live life, but don’t forget the past. One hopes when this day comes that they will be remembered for the good they have done and not forgotten on setting sun. May the warmth of love from the life I live …be one that was joy I give.


The ocean tides will still send waves even though the bag pipe plays, in the midst of the graves. Fallen like the sands of an hour glass of time that has past never know when that breath will be my last. To all those I loved so much, wish for just one more touch, one more moment to say what I should have, one more I love you, one more hello, one more minute for this soul. Stop the time, turn out the lights, blow out the candles, and stop the clocks, for here lays the one we cherished in this box, under the Cross in a church, oh how my heart hurts. We have lost a friend, oh how I wish this was not the end, in reflection where do I begin, if we knew would there be something else to do.


When they told me love would last forever…love just was not enough. We all live by time and time waits for no man, show all those you love how much you love them and how much you care, for tomorrow they may no longer be there.



Muffle the bells, clear the streets, shut down the stores, lock the door…my best friend is no more. Put out the flowers in honor of this life, a father of love, a husband in love with his wife. To know him is to love him for he lived a selfless life that he would do anything for others, to even give his own life. May we not forget this life that we were blessed to know, it was just his time to go, for this was not just another soul…farewell my friend, this is the end. Thank you God for sending us him, a shinning light that now with you his new life begins.

Author:
Jason Risner 5/1/09
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