Death

You must have gone through hell,

The pain you suffered.

Yet you kept your sense of humour,

And still felt concern for others

Not half as ill as you.

You fought for your life,

Almost against hope –

And in the end,

When it was only matter of time,

Still you went on fighting.

Then, one August afternoon,

As the sun shone brightly

The Lord looked down on you,

He saw you were weary and tired.

Knew you’d suffered long enough.

Gently, He took you by the hand,

And you quietly passed from the life on earth

To the better life above.

Finally your struggle is over,

You rest in peace.

Those you leave behind will mourn and grieve,

Yet, deep in their hearts they know –

It was all for the best –

‘A happy release’.