Before We Die
Before We Die
We hope to leave in good standing
And pray for a happy landing
Let death do us part, be in the Lord's hand
Let His guidance take us to the promised Land
As the final supper touches, my fears
I hoist my glass and fight back the tears
There won't be another candlelight
As this will be my last quest and night
I look out at the moon and stars for the final time
And smack my lips into a rhyme
Oh, when the saints come marching in
Let the trumpet sound its call, for I have begun to spin
I muster my strength to straighten out my lip
But the meds are quickly sinking my ship
The stars are moving fast
Right before my eyes, I see my past
My dwelling finds me as a failed poet
There's no telling, and everyone knows it
The seasons and years never changed from winter
Oh Lord, please don't allow me to reenter
I take the final walk to my resting place
I brace the walls and collapse on my face
There's no waking up; the ship has lost its float
For the book is now closed, that's all she wrote
connie pachecho
10/15/25
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