On the Other Side

© Ben Burton 2/25/2015 It's difficult to write an ode to those With whom I've made a million memories As melancholy ravages the hope Their valiant will to fight, each day, recedes I wonder if our prayers are being heard When all I witness is that slow decline Would that a minor miracle occur To reinstate my case for the Divine Which leads to an uneasiness for doubt That sprouts when faith itself is on the wane And every fiber of my being shouts "Do not allow that villian to invade" But, still, I realize it is the way A cycle unavoidable on earth For all of those now grieving on this day Are offset by those celebrating birth Regardless of the faith stored in the brain For, sadly, it is there decision lies The loathsome fear of suffering and pain Remains to haunt my dreams deep in the night That I, too, will distress my loved ones' thoughts When, soon, my date with destiny arrives But holding fast to doctrines I was taught Spares comfort we shall meet again On the other side