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His Own Way

Begging your pardon
I’ve not a blessed thing to say
Could you look into these eyes—
I watched my Papa die today

He went pretty easy
He went how he wanted
No extra measures called for
No one’s gonna be haunted

Asking your blessing
But what can I do for you?
You share your smile with the angels
Can you tell me what I’m supposed to do?

Papa died clean
Papa died in his own bed
Hospice got their dnr
But Papa went his own way instead

Families walk over the worst when at their best
Your heroic work is done, son, now take you rest

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Can anyone hear this?
Am I all alone?
What crime did I commit?
For what must I atone?
I am so lonely,
But I’ve got integrity worse;
Falling for the wrong heart
Seems to be my biggest curse.
My orbit distends,
A longing galactic pulls;
The sadness latterly arises
Darkening thin cheerful lulls.
But boundaries are
Just as boundaries should be:
Maybe our paths will cross
When we are free ethically.
Then I’ll be really happy
To see you once again
When it won’t matter
If you’d rate this visit a ten.