Dying Thought Poem by Randy McClave

Towards the heavens I did stare,
My hands were clasped in a prayer,
I knew then that I was there dying
So I began to reflect instead of crying,
I did not worry as I began to think,
As life comes and goes in an moments wink,
Death was coming and it did not bother me,
Finally from my worries and fear I would be free,
I sighed and smiled while waiting for my end,
While knowing my body it would never mend,
My mind was calm and my soul was peaceful,
As I entered into numbness I wasn't resentful,
Finally no more pain and suffering will I be giving
As for worry and hate, I will leave that for the living.

RANDY L. MCCLAVE