Last Word Spoke Poem by Randy McClave

What will be the last word upon my lips
When from my body my soul death strips,
Will it be a friend's name to whom I wish to say goodbye
Or maybe it will just be a very long tiresome sigh.
Perhaps though I might just speak out a curse
To that special someone who treated me the worse,
I still wonder what will be the last syllable that I might utter
Or maybe, incoherently I might just mutter.

It took me years to speak my very first word
That is why now I make sure that I am always heard,
Every night before bed my prayers I will always pray
I so, enjoy ending my day with a devotion to say.
But, someday I know that my words will come to an end
I won't have anything to say to family members or a friend,
So, my last word I must choose with great detail and thought
And when it is spoken! I wonder what emotion will be brought.

I still will write and of course I will always speak
Someday, all the words I have spoken them I will seek,
I will still verbalize my hatred and my sadness and my pain
My words will always fall continuously like the cold rain.
Of all the words that I have read or have ever known
The words I have written, or the ones that I thought I did own,
If my conscience is asleep or even if I just awoke
Of mine I wonder, what will be my very last word spoke.

Randy L. McClave