The Art of Dying Gracefully
THE ART OF DYING GRACEFULLY
As the family gathered around his bed
His eyes were rolled back in his head
They waited as he gasped for breath
Moments before he'd meet with death
They spoke briefly in quiet tones
Some even stifled sorrowful moans
His body shuddered, his eyelids closed
It looked as though he peacefully dozed
The pastor knelt by the bed to pray
When suddenly they heard the sick man say
I guess I put on quite a show
But I am just not ready to go
Contest - Burlesque Twist
By: Natalie Flikkema
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011
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