Simplicity of life

There comes a time

in every life,

when fear will cease,

despite how rife.

No money needs,

no future fears,

no

Close By

This visit is different I feel, your looking out the window with your arm raise pointing to heaven

Then you turn

Upon the darkest of night,
with Death's first breath,
vanishing does living's last light.

Death arrives for its conquest,
the

Hey my buddy
Last breath
My grandmother
Used to say
It all comes
In three

The pure soul
Wears no clothes living in peace
Takes on

"Good to the last breath," I pray,

that when beyond I'll be,

As Good to live, and laugh, and play,

throughout Eternity.