Last Word Spoke

What will be the last word upon my lips When from my body my soul death strips, Will it be a friend's name to whom I wish to say goodbye Or maybe it will just be a very long tiresome sigh. Perhaps though I might just speak out a curse To that special someone who treated me the worse, I still wonder what will be the last syllable that I might utter Or maybe, incoherently I might just mutter. It took me years to speak my very first word That is why now I make sure that I am always heard, Every night before bed my prayers I will always pray I so, enjoy ending my day with a devotion to say. But, someday I know that my words will come to an end I won't have anything to say to family members or a friend, So, my last word I must choose with great detail and thought And when it is spoken! I wonder what emotion will be brought. I still will write and of course I will always speak Someday, all the words I have spoken them I will seek, I will still verbalize my hatred and my sadness and my pain My words will always fall continuously like the cold rain. Of all the words that I have read or have ever known The words I have written, or the ones that I thought I did own, If my conscience is asleep or even if I just awoke Of mine I wonder, what will be my very last word spoke. Randy L. McClave