At Last I Am Finally Dying Poem by Richard Lackman

At last I am finally dying as so clearly I was told
While in my bed I'm lying keeping shelter from the cold
I knew that it was coming and so really no surprise
As my senses all are numbing looking out through withered eyes

I thought perhaps I could avoid it, maybe death would pass me by
I have so very much enjoyed it, yet I have to wonder why
I had not planned to leave so soon, was not my charted route
I'd love to see another June, but now my dreams are moot

At least I have been given time, some time to say goodbye
And yet some simple words would be no better than a lie
They could not tell all that I feel and all I should convey
How I have been kept on even keel and not just swept away

I would like to write my story, give the world my sage advice
How I hoped to rise to glory, keep it real and yet concise
But reality is staring with remembrance cold as ice
My emotions it is baring. It comes once but never twice

But there's not much point in looking back as just what would it change
If there is still something that I lack, it now is out of range
And after all what do I need? There's nothing I can buy
I simply need myself to heed and gently say goodbye