Life's Measure
I die … without a fight … yet not conceding
But gently, as the world around me ages
Rescinding gift of health, each sense receding
As life escapes me, in retreating stages
Perhaps beyond this chapter lies conclusion
Or if another chapter, maybe better
Yet maybe, this is but a Grand Illusion
If so, I’m glad we were deceived together
When I am gone I hope you will remember
That life became us and our time on earth
I know that I will keep one thought forever
That you became the measure of my worth
Copyright © Brian Densham | Year Posted 2018
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