Swan Song.

When the end creeps closer,
And the sun goes down,
Ready to end the day,
With grace and a smile,

You will know what peace is,
And you'll no longer fear,
There's no more to worry about,
The angel of death is here,

He seems more gentle,
Than what you had imagined,
A calm flows over your emotions,
As you follow him along,

Opening to a serenity,
A place you'll not want to leave,
A wish for those you leave behind,
That they don't hurt too much to see,

The light that shows the way,
To the place you hope someday they'll find,
Not the thoughts of loss and anguish,
That now cloud up their mind,

The hope that someday they will find you,
They'll no longer have to wait,
When they see you standing silent,
Waiting for them next to a pearly gate.

Written 31/12/2009 11:30am. In 15 min. Just something that jumped out when I cleared a note and had room to type something.