Andy Caldwell


Good Bye Slowly


death comes to everyone
differently
to some it creeps along
and others a surprise too soon
and still others it sneaks into life
ending their's all too soon
to me it rang my door bell
introduced itself formally then
started dragging me through Hell
slowly it takes my motor skills
I cannot make the art I used to
I cannot engineer or build machines
still I fight to do what I used to do
but I see my quality fade.....
Where once I was brilliant
my light slowly fades away
I am not the candle I was yesterday
and then comes the pain
we all know pain at times
but mine never fades
it is with me constantly
and I have said enough 
for all that stuff
There was a gift from God
it strengthened my belief
it let me know I'm weak
and gave to me His grace

Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014
Edited: Saturday, May 17, 2014

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