Death Bed

laying on the death bed near the monitor waiting for the continuous beep.
the old man stares through the window watching as his family weeps.
he sheds a tear as he knows death is near. 
but then he remembers his great long lived years.
he remembers the amazing woman he married.
he remembers the daughter his wife once carried.
he remembers his old farm house.
he remembers it was as quiet as a mouse.
it consisted of a few animals, a corn field and a close by lake.
as a child he'd fish with his dad till it was late.
as a child he would hunt with his dad.
hunting with his dad made him glad.
he was full of childhood glee.
he felt unstoppable, happy, and free.
sometimes he would be home alone.
he'd play with his dog and throw him a bone.
when dinner came he would always eat his moms soup.
when morning came he'd get the eggs from the chicken coop.
now fast forward to his teen years.
he's on a beach with his friends, a bonfire, and a couple of beers.
they would sit in a circle and make lots of jokes.
sometimes they would go for a late night swim and get soaked.
now fast forward to the present where he lay in bed. 
his hospital food brought to him to be fed.
now the daughter  his wife used to hold is in the waiting room as she weeps.
what the old man doesn't realize is the continuous beep.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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