Paul F Clayton Poet Rhyme

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

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