The Time Has Come

I often wonder how I'll feel when my time finally arrives to die.

THE TIME HAS COME
June 2, 2008

I had longed for the end
with every breath and
waking moment
during disappointments,
and heartaches,
hardships, and pain, through
embarrassment and shame--
in the midst of defeat and
tears-- I had longed,
desired, wished for
the end which was long
in coming. I would
look, but it would tarry.
I would search, hope, dream, yet
it remained elusive; far off.
Time lingered,
the days wore on. All
too slowly the years passed.
And now . . . now
I'm facing death. The
end is at hand. All
my life I cursed its
slow approach,
but, alas,
it has come too soon.