'It' is Finished
My life slows down
more days in medical care than at home,
experts can’t track
what makes my heart tick like it does.
My failing mind loses weight,
I’m moved to auxiliary care
longing for the end.
Do not grieve for me,
my life on earth is finished
I’m ready for heaven.
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2024
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