Departure Lounge
Who is seeing off whom,
In home,hospital or Hell,
Visiting you in your sick room,
Knowing you won't get well?
In that space 'twixt life and death
You linger,time running out of sand,
All words mere empty breath
In what is no man's land.
Tears choked back(signs of guilt?)
A brave face essays a brave word
Like a house on sand built,
The emptiness of the absurd.
Time to go will soon be here.
Faith alone makes life endure.
When the loss is of one so dear,
Of that,who can really be sure?
Requiescat in pace.
Amor vincit omnia
Et omnes mors.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2008
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