Poetry Notes And Or Short Stories

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They know that it's coming,
But I don't think they really believe it yet,
I know that when I'm gone,
They will be upset.
I want them to move on,
but as for my memory, never forget.

My life was shorter than usual,
And troublesome towards the end.
I'm worried for my death,
Of that I can't pretend.

It's not that I'm afraid of the unknown,
For I know where I'm going,
This place isn't my home.

This body isn't mine anymore,
It has grown old, fragile, and thin,
Now there is only waiting for my new life to begin.

It's inevitable,
My family will be sad,
But I'm pain free now,
And of that I'm surely glad.

They'll see me again,
They must keep that in mind,
But as for me I have to go,
And my Savior I must find.

He's waiting for me,
He has called me to Him.
Take comfort in the fact that I'm under His limb.

My life is wonderful now,
Free of illness.
I can run and play again,
I am fearless.
But sometimes it's just nice to sit,
And enjoy the stillness.

I can't wait until that day,
When they finally join me.
They wouldn't believe their eyes,
Oh there's so much to see!

I know you hate to see me go,
And it hurt to watch me fall,
But my life wasn't a waste,
For now I have it all.

Now with the angels,
I soar through the sky.
You won't know until you experience it,
But the best thing for me was to die.

Keep me in your thoughts,
this surely isn't the end.
Live your life to the fullest,
Then we'll see each other again.