I'Ve Not Yet Said Farewell
The hinged door has fallen open
inviting me to kindly step outside -
Death, be not so hurried
to grasp my fragile and wrinkled hand.
You've come for me far too early
so, I must dare to 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, simply 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.
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