luckyfingerwastaken

Time went by and now it comes to a close It all makes sense now, the suffering, the fear The reason for my being, the reason for my surviving It all boils down to this moment here, the moment of great consequence, of dallying As I gasp my last breath My grandchildren stare blankly I must tell them the reason for it all, why I have done all that I have why I pushed on, though I didn't know it until this moment I must share this clarity. I struggle to push out one word: "You" The last thing I see is the miscomprehension upon the faces I love before I fade.