"The Last Page"
11-30-03
 
Each day
A new dawn is born
Each night
The last sunset is shown
Death is inevitable
But one can choose to exicute
Knowing their life
Will never be the way they loved it
 
Walking into their rooms
Sitting on the bed for the last time
Looking at pictures of family
The mood bringing an earie gloom
They close their eyes and breath deep
Putting their signature on their last page
Ending the final chapter of an unwritten book
Laying back their hearts make the final beats
 
Who can say what is right or wrong?
The one in pain sees it differently
You and I can't comprehend the feeling
As we only are looking on and not living it
One cannot judge their actions even though
It seems selfish, we sometimes have to "treat" ourselves
Not being able to give others the gift of oneself
Overcome with guilt, they succumb to inevitability