The old man in the next bed,

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It's coming, I know it,

My final hours of life,

I have regrets

But I have no more strife,

My past stretched behind me

There is nothing ahead,

I'll be relieved when the time comes.

When I'm finally dead.

 

When that moment arrives

When finally I'm gone,

They'll say of me

His pitiful life, done,

He lived, he loved, he laughed,

Somewhat reluctantly.

Grasped at life's abundant pleasures

Fairly infrequently

 

When I am laid to rest

My eulogy is read

Forget me then,

Live your own life instead

Walk tall, forward to your future,

Don't give your past a backward glance,

Bask in the warmth of each moment,

Life affords you no second chance.


 

The old man in the next bed is now dead,

Nothing more about him needs to be said.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 30th Sep 2022 16:33

Who knows what exit lies ahead
But hopefully, with ease and at rest - in bed! 😉

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Russell Jacklin

Thu 29th Sep 2022 13:41

Flyntland
😎👍

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Flyntland

Thu 29th Sep 2022 12:14

OH DEAR! I should be more careful.

But I do love the idea that we can 'bounce' off each other and discuss.

Thank you for not being cross

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Russell Jacklin

Thu 29th Sep 2022 11:17

Thank you Flyntland,
You inadvertingly miswrote the end of a line when you commented, but I thought it inspiring so I have rewrote the last 4 lines to make what you thought it was into what it is now, it is so much better as it ends the conversation of the old man more succinctly.
Again thank you

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Flyntland

Thu 29th Sep 2022 10:20

"Bask in the warmth of each moment
Life affords no second chance"

Iimportant words - words that should never be forgoten.

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