At The Bedside Poem by Billy Loving
At The Bedside
Breath slows
Death, soon, he knows
Saying his final prayer
As he lies there without a care
Contented as can be
From this pain, finally free
So long he's fought
The relief he's sought
Lights fading away
Dumb, nothing left to say
Hearing his family gathered round
Shortly, he'll be laid beneath the ground
From this sleep, never to awaken
His broken body, death has overtaken
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