The Last Moments Of Life…. Poem by MBJ Pancras

The clock begins to tick….
Thou art in the last moments of life.
Thou led thy life in loneliness,
Far from home, longing for thy family's love,
The days thou spent were the moments of melancholy,
Thou hast the sturdy mind to discern the rules of life,
Thy heart is tenderly steadfast to bear ups and downs.
Thou began thy life with expectant marvels,
But later turned into intertwined scrubs.
Thou stretched thy heart unto thy own kinsfolk,
But little was reciprocated,
With heaviness in heart thou walked in silence,
The Cross engraved in thy heart hath led thee till this day.
The last moments of thy life are in the hands of the Good Samaritan,
Thy kinsfolk are far from thy physical presence,
Yet their love is still reachable unto thee,
Eerie silence surrounds all corners on this occasion,
For the game of death is played in the court of Covid 19.
We send our prayerful love unto thee by the vehicle of thoughts
Translated into words of comfort and solace.
Thou art not alone now, for the Lord is with thee,
The Peace of Heaven shall caress thy soul.
The day will come when we all meet together in spirit.
The clock begins to tick….
Thou art in the last moments of life.