I fall, to sleep forever,
beyond any human ear,
to my final message,
lest you fail to hear.
Ecclesiastes, we're told of seasons,
is a time for birth, for death,
it is my time for dying,
to breathe my final breath.
it's not the time for grieving,
now, grasp your time for life.
enough, for pain and struggle,
sorrow, conflict, tears and strife.
for once please, pause, remember,
we've met and times we've laughed,
times we've had togeher,
from an ample draft.
it's time for celebration,
journey, here, is at an end,
you, look forward to the future,
the world, new heights ascend.
whilst not rushing off to leave you,
know, at last, my time, is done,
leave to you, all jobs unfinished,
I'm here in spirit, just for fun.
I go to take my next communion,
be going, at last, to make amends,
celebrate my life and parting,
you I call my dearest friends.
pray now to my Father God
Don't judge harshly what's now past and done
to all you who got to ???? before me
out now 'cos here I come!
© Stefan Lewis-Fish
(15 May 1999)