Dying Thought

Towards the heavens I did stare, My hands were clasped in a prayer, I knew then that I was there dying So I began to reflect instead of crying, I did not worry as I began to think, As life comes and goes in an moments wink, Death was coming and it did not bother me, Finally from my worries and fear I would be free, I sighed and smiled while waiting for my end, While knowing my body it would never mend, My mind was calm and my soul was peaceful, As I entered into numbness I wasn't resentful, Finally no more pain and suffering will I be giving As for worry and hate, I will leave that for the living. RANDY L. MCCLAVE