The Mirror
This morning I looked into the mirror
The face I saw could not be clearer
Of a man with a chance
To face his way his final dance.
The time that I have left is fleeting
And yet somehow also appealing.
To the end of that which wracks me
Like the battle of the Bismarck Sea.
The end comes not quick or painlessly
And yet for sure its stalking me
Hiding as if a child game
Jumping out to call my name
I will go when it's my time
To my reward sublime
Knowing that I have been blessed
I tried to give to all my best.
I hope that someday I am remembered.
Not like January more like December.
A joyous season a joyous time
My life was for me...just fine.
Do not grieve, do not be sad,
Do not cry, do be glad
I am now free from pain
Eternal happiness I've gained
To all I knew or had once met,
Live your life without regret.
When into that mirror you next stare.
Remember me and I'll be there.
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