by Carmen Henesy

Created on: August 25, 2010

Farewell

It hurt with every breath he took,

The cottage felt so cold,

He hadn't any food to eat,

He was pathetic to behold.

His grandson tried to move him,

But he said he had to stay,

Where he'd lived for sixty years,

And had joy in every day.

He didn't mind rusty water,

From plumbing beyond repair,

And even in his solitude,

He never felt despair.

He said it was temporary,

He knew the end was near,

Here, he had his memories,

Of all that he held dear.

When they came to check on him,

In just a little while,

With his wedding picture in his hand,

He lay dead and wore a smile.

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