Staring blankly into the pot
As to
Looking down into the abyss
Reflecting back on the past is in the past,
The present only, rides the waves.
Looking forward to the future holds the key to
Un-somber days.
The angel hanging by a thread,
the tree lights glistening
a slight ringing in my head
she wants to know if I’m listening.
Of course, I am, I said, in my mind
And I knew she heard me clearly
I heard her said things would be fine.
That my father loves me dearly.
Now time to move forward, And don’t be sad,
his tired old body has taken too much
Life may be over for him
but It was a good one he had.
Resting until the end of his time,
Can barely walk now
He must pay his dues
So the universe can take him home.
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