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What am I doing?
I'm waiting to die.
My years are behind me
So, don't ask me why.
When I was young,
It was often said,
You're never too tired;
You can sleep when you're dead.
Now that I'm old
And ready to rest,
I trust in my savior.
My Lord knows me best.
I've journeyed for miles
And the years have flown by.
I leave a life well-lived
So, there's no reason to cry.
I'll stand before God
When he calls me home.
Pleased to wrap up
My life with a poem.
Copyright © Jan Terry | Year Posted 2025
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