His Last Goodbye
His old hands knew life and its painful sting,
They also had embraced love and the pleasures it brings.
They had been scarred battered and abused,
They were what had provided his living and were thoroughly used.
They were callused and worn,
And scars showing places where they had been ripped and torn.
But they were also tender and kind and could show a gentle touch.
When holding on to life’s treasures that he cherished so much.
But now they held something he knew he could not keep.
As he clung to his beloved in her last moments before she reached out for
eternal sleep.
As tears flowed down his leathery old face,
He held her tight in his last embrace.
Memories came flooding into his mind,
As he thanked the Lord for letting him share this precious find.
He felt so lost in this moment of grief,
He wanted to scream he needed relief.
He knew this day would someday appear,
But he figured he would be the one lying here.
As he gathered himself up he said sweetie what am I going to do?
As he patted her lifeless hand he said I’ll always love you.
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