i read a poem called AT THE END
He was so old his bones seemed to swim in his skin.
And when I took his hand to feel his pulse I felt myself drawn in.
It was as faint as the steps of a child padding across the floor in slippers,
and yet he was smiling.
I could almost hear a river running beneath his breath.
The water clear and cold and deep.
He was ready and willing to wade on in.
-Ed Meek
I think Ed Meek did good on this poem...it really touched me, i think this is about death and how it doesn't have to be a depressing death it can still be a pleasant one.
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