At 99

At 99 There was a day when there was peace within his soul, A day unlike the many days he’d spent, A day in his afternoon in which he fell asleep again And from his sickness, injuries was free. Within that day outside his body floated he Above it there where on his bed it lay. And he felt free, very free, just floating in warm breezes That blew between our Earth and hell that day. There came another day when angels spoke with him, Told him that to his body he’d return. They explained reasons why he’d live again before he’d die- Although for death within his soul he yearned. There came a day at ninety-nine when he passed on, His body ravished but his dream intact To fly again with angels that he’d met so long ago And this time he was never coming back. A W.C.Hull Poem © 2005-2022-528 (C)