He had only one more gift to give, <br />the manner of his going. <br />He had only one short life to live, <br />and only now was knowing <br />it was shorter than he thought. <br />And yet….. the gift…. <br />……..the gift of going <br />without having others wait <br />longer than they should. <br />Without clinging to a type of <br />life far beyond its good, <br />was a lesson only late learned. <br />“Die when you’re still alive”, <br />he thought, “when you can be <br />remembered laughing, not <br />as a weeping dribbling dimentiate.” <br />He hoped he could deliver. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Martin Swords July 2008<br /><br />Martin Swords<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-late-gift/
