The Journey

To be told you will not see the year through

Shattered all the hopes of all I knew

Telling the closest to me hurt so much

As they lost their emotional crutch

Wishing me to battle longer if I could

Born from a desire that I should

But the decay and the pain of every day

Led me to say " Come what may ! "

Getting my worldly affairs in order

I felt like a lamb to the slaughter

But being given the news no one wants to hear

Funnily enough did not fill me with fear

Deciding to make the most of each day given

Turned me in to a man on a mission

To get as much done as my body could withstand

Quality time with friends holding their collective hand

On the journey to the hospice I almost lost it totally

Because then I knew what everyone meant to me

Now I lie in my death bed every night

Having got a grip of the fright

Of leaving this wondrous world behind

And memories of time well spent occupy my mind.

The last hours arrive too soon for anyone's liking

But to accept them with grace and dignity is the thing

For now I travel I know not where

With an incredible longing to be there.

Goodbye my friends.

" Let me go."