My Final Journey. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Fifty years of counting carbs and checking numbers low,
A long-term fight, a different kind of daily ebb and flow.

Prostate cancer tried its hand, the ticker stalled a bit,
And just last month, a silent stroke… but I have not yet quit.

My body is a roadmap of battle scars and strain,
High pressure in the pipes, and a weary, hardened brain.

But I am standing upright, I feel surprisingly quite sound,
With more love in my heart today, than I have ever found.

I'm sitting here, quite peaceful, and watching the sun set,
Not ready yet to take that bow, I have happy days to get.

I look across the table at my wife, so dear and true,
And know my sweetest, final days are meant for me and you.

I want to hear your laughter, my love, just a little more,
And feel our hands connected, like we did the days before.

The map may be quite weathered, the journey nearly through,
But I'm blessed to fill these last few years, and sharing them with you.