The Mirror

This morning I looked into the mirror The face I saw could not be clearer Of a man with a chance To face his way his final dance. The time that I have left is fleeting And yet somehow also appealing. To the end of that which wracks me Like the battle of the Bismarck Sea. The end comes not quick or painlessly And yet for sure its stalking me Hiding as if a child game Jumping out to call my name I will go when it's my time To my reward sublime Knowing that I have been blessed I tried to give to all my best. I hope that someday I am remembered. Not like January more like December. A joyous season a joyous time My life was for me...just fine. Do not grieve, do not be sad, Do not cry, do be glad I am now free from pain Eternal happiness I've gained To all I knew or had once met, Live your life without regret. When into that mirror you next stare. Remember me and I'll be there.