I'Ve Not Yet Said Farewell

The hinged door has fallen open inviting me to step outside - Death, be not so hurried to grasp my wrinkled hand. You've come for me too early I must make a few demands. I've not yet said farewell to those I've loved and lost, nor to those who once loved me - whose hearts suffered at great cost. One more time must I take in the fragrance of magnolia, feel the wind muss my hair, and say a final prayer. Do not pity the gasp of my last breath. Life was a sampling, a test, a temporary state of existence until Death reached with persistence. I walk slowly to my grave not taking his cold hand. Death does not afford me help. No choir voices do I hear sing, no celebration ending my life. Freedom is awaiting me, that only Death can bring. Shed no tears of sadness, tis for you I mourn and weep. You must live in this evil world and I... I shall merely be asleep.