The Final Battle Poem by David Wood
The Final Battle
Sadness now follows me
Like a shadow I cannot
Shake off
The final battle comes
That I must face alone
She is beginning to tell me
What I must do
It is a hard choice
We've had so many happy years
And I hope she still remembers
Halcyon
Days together
But the last battle swiftly
Approaches
And she will understand
And knows what I have to do
Green fields of eternity now
Beckons until we meet again
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5/17/2024 11:31:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful passing words.