I don't know what exactly made me write this. Maybe it was the weather… The words just came to me, so I wrote them and this is what I came up with. Hope ya like.
"The Final Journey."
I have run the course of my own life.
"Brave." Some people said.
Now I lay here, though not alone.
Within hours, I'll be dead.
I've watched my children have their own,
And my wife go to God.
Whom we all have loved and known,
Since before our seeds were sown.
I'll treasure memories from this Earth,
As my soul grows old.
I know just how much life is worth,
And I know what I've been told.
My family's surrounding me,
Whispering prayers to heaven.
They're trying to heal the wound on my knee,
And they don't hear me count to eleven.
They slowly realize their efforts are in vain.
They all kiss me, and they cry.
As it begins to rain,
An angel comes and says, "It's time."
And then she lifts my soul.
Just as the clock chimes nine,
The empty shell turns cold.
Well, that's it. Please review! Thanks!