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Death Comes Clear

Pale moon riding high Shredded clouds flying by Angels and demons hover near Misty shapes coming closer waiting patiently for me to appear Life is short so hurry on With surprise I finally realize My time is over , my life is gone In refrain I sing my praises What I did with my fate Does it matter ,did it rate Melancholy settles in as I begin to wonder It didn’t have meaning It was all lightening and thunder The gates of death begin to open But still I wait with no certain date And death comes clear

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Anne Rutherford

Date: 5/24/2013 5:30:00 PM

Jim ,your poem made me wonder what my husband was thinking in the two weeks before he died.as the doctor told us there was noihing more they could do he never changed his expression.Never a talker, he just wanted to come home.That I made happen for him .he was only home four days ,I was with him when he took those last three little breaths. So I must say your poem is a good one to make us all think about our last days. Well done. Anne

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/17/2013 3:56:00 PM

oh my!!! Great writing on death and how its mystery becomes clear as it comes near. Well, that is how I am interpreting it. This was a pleasure to read. I sure am enjoying getting to know you through your works!!