When It's My Time
Do not shed tears grieving my death;
I do not fear my final breath.
I've felt the wind blow through my hair,
and when seasons changed, I was there.
I've danced amidst falling raindrops;
watching showers quench thirsty crops.
I've viewed murmurations of birds;
and filled books with poetic words.
I've seen distant twinkling stars shine;
ate gourmet foods and drank fine wine.
I've witnessed day morph into night;
crossed seas, and experienced flight.
I've walked on fluffy flakes of snow;
and observed the tides' ebb and flow.
I've loved, and I've been loved in turn;
and I've felt passion's hot flame burn.
I've lived; when it's my time to die,
there will be no reason to cry.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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