Silence At Wake, Deafening
The silence was deafening
As friends joined hands at wake,
To remember Bob - better off dead
Whose last days were hell on earth.
His passing was cruel, but so kind.
A bitter sweet end to his suffering.
An open secret he wanted to die
In dignity, no longer living dead.
His last wish was that he could join hands
In circle of friends at his wake.
To say silent cheers for memories
Of a half full glass of an awfully good life.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2016
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