For Life Itself Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

For Life Itself



At last on my deathbed
I reach for two words

The ones often transient
or sadly unheard

As my eyes close forever
to journey anew

Two words mark my passing
a final "Thank You"

(The Book Of Prayers: September,2022)

Friday, September 2, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: journey,september,words
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