w c

He Did Not Live 'Til Dying

He Did Not Live ‘Til Dying


He did not live ‘til He was dying

And there knew his fate

It helped him to be alive

Each and every day


He felt purpose and destiny

Knowing he would go

To another phase of him

His bright and knowing soul


He smiled as he went about

And felt the pulse of life

Knowing each day was a gift

And a certain state of mind


His friends and family felt the change

And knew he had made peace

With his changing and immortal soul

To its final destiny


He felt as though he knew the spring

With its flowers bright

With a new lease on life

All colorful and alive


Every day was now a gift

And he sought to stay in tune

As his soul would soon go

To live with angels soon


  • orchidee

    A fine and poignant write w c.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee.

    • Candlewitch

      if only everyone were this aware! a fine write!

      *hugs, Cat

      • w c

        Thanks, Cat. I really appreciate your comment.

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