Suddenly you find that's your lot
Ripped from daily life, from what you were doing, your time is up without any warning
No more time for things forgot
Seems impossible that it's happening
Not in the plan, surely not to you, you're well off, you're still in shock
But there's the exit, fast approaching
So there it is, all said and done
Visit curtailed, wave last of goodbyes, frail hugs, the tearful eyes
Quick look around and then you're gone
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Author:
Jeremy Leach (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Someone dear to me with a terminal illness. A repeated message to make the most of our lives in our own way.
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Comments3
A thoughtful write Jeremy.
Fine words Jeremy, losing someone is so final.
Andy
Thank you both. I've seen the process a number of times in my life and the finality and profound change is something I've had a few goes at trying to capture in words.
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