Final Moments

In his final moments He clutched his sheet in fear Staring at the wallpaper He knows his time is near The unshaded lightbulb The dust around the room Black mould in the windowsill Adding to the gloom Loved ones stand around him For their tearful last goodbyes Forever shall be without him But he cannot reason why His thoughts now are desperate And nothing shall they gain But to toy with logic, reason Might help to ease the pain The universe for him Is not beyond the sky For when his time expires His universe will die He recalls a varnished box And now his fears somehow subside It was stored in an upstairs cupboard Where he sometimes used to hide The distinctive smell of varnish The rusty broken locks Tins of enamel paint Occupy the box Time seems at a standstill As he revisits his past A time once thought forgotten He prays this time to last He opens up the fusty box To take a look inside His father’s name inside the lid Consumed is he with pride His loved ones weep with sorrow As he walks his final mile His body still and lifeless He exits with a smile