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