11 January 1995

MY FINAL DESTINATION

Please,
Hold my hand,
While we say good-bye.

Pleas,
As I stand,
You beg me to stay.

When our,
Time together,
Just is never enough.

An hour,
Adds more pressure,
Making it really tough.

Reaching,
Finding your hand,
By now, it’s far too late.

Breathing,
My own last breath,
Knowing, I met my fate.

I am now pain free,
Shining my light,
For all your days.

Hoping you won’t flee,
As you recite,
My final rites.

My hand,
Eases its grip,
Then I see your tears pour.

I planned,
For my last trip,
As I closed my life’s door.

I want you,
Go your way,
In time, live your life, your way.

Knowing,
I will be by your side,
Each time you see your shadow. 

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