RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Final Fragrance Of Life
A journey of life has almost been completed,
folding gently like a rose about to fall to the ground.
Fragrant scent even now fading from existent smells;
turning away from the rest of the flowers in the garden
to pursue the afterglow of death upon a far distant
horizon from the one we know.
Traveling alone, weary from many years on earth,
preferring quiet solitude, walking solitarily through
final preparations of death.
Reminiscing, visiting with close relatives who have
already gone on ahead in years gone by.
Touching the final fragrance of life, passing by on it's
way to dying, we forget our lives on earth.
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