LAST RITES

Walking through the room, roseary beads in hand, resting in his bed, this man could barely stand. Glancing at my collar, he said say a prayer for me, so when i cross over, my soul will then be free. I read his last rites, to ease his troubled mind, he mumbles back at me, the world was so unkind. I lay my hand on his, and say you did your best, now my fallen angel, its time for you to rest.