The Cycle.

The family gathers,
By their side,
A somber mood from all,

A loved one waits,
By St Peters gates,
Until he gets the call,

So many people,
Come and go,
This life it was so loved,

Free of will they come by,
To pay respects,
Nobody pushed or shoved,

A life lived well,
They all agree,
An innings to be proud of,

Seen and done,
So much while here,
Of this could be no doubt of,

But now they lay,
Silent in bed,
As the reaper makes his round,

All at once,
A sigh of release,
As the sickle comes on down,

A quiet moment,
Before the wail,
To say they're on their way,

Fret not the sickle fall,
They'd say to all,
For I have had my day,

To all those left behind,
Fear not the end,
One day it'll be our turn,

Live your life free of fear,
Of the end that is near,
Let the light in your soul eternally burn.

Written in 20minutes 06/01/2010 at 18:06pm.
Inspired by the many visitors day after day as a man in palliative care, ebbed closer to the end. May he rest in peace. He died while I was writing this poem.