A Wish Unfulfilled

I came to your hospice,
I came here to die

I came for my family
a final goodbye

I broke that one promise
I most wanted to keep

Alone on my mountain
no mourners to weep

The doctors and nurses,
they prod and they poke

Their intentions most noble
my spirit on dope

In the night strangers faces
call out my name

And act like they know me
new pawn in the game

If I had that one wish
still left unfulfilled

I would walk to the rim
of the Canyon so still

At dawn I would jump
with both arms open wide

Saying: Thank you, Dear Lord
—for a wonderful ride

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

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