Realizing the single purpose of our crying, we begin
remembering close friends, now gone to death’s distant shores.
Thinking of them, things we’ve done together, times we’ve
shared, becoming thoughtful more often as we grow older.
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Settling into a position, arriving at conclusions of life’s ending.
that I must let go and let God take me, if He will.Satisfied in my mind that nothing more can be done, I must saygood-bye, even though I don’t want to.Life will continue for everyone except me.It’s an outcome that I can’t live with anymore.
Tangling balls of energy with mysteries of incessant words, taking inside stories against their will.
Adjusting every time to the music being played.
Hiding deep inside, so far in it’s hard to decipher who you are.
Trying so hard to be strong and deny your feelings of anger and guilt, you just drift through life not really belonging to it.Balancing yourself in two parts can be dangerous to your mental being,it’s like walking a tightrope with no net.Climb on down the ladder, don’t be scared – so what if it’s in…
Withered, solemn, deep in thought, concentrating on existing for a while longer, yet not really wanting to.
Now ready to get past it, move forward and settle sights on horizons of beyond.Lifting spirits, floating towards new experiences, hoping to be energized in a new dimension of life on the other side of earth’s curtains.
Tackling projects
now having and takingthe time to completethem in senior days ofblissful idleness.