Alan

My light is fading.
I’ve no breath o deny my birthright.
All things pass.
All things are the past.

Who will stop and remember,
Offer a blessing or a curse?
I will be quiet.

Did I shed light, offer love, and speak kindly?
I hope, maybe sometimes?
Will you recall me as concerned?
Did we share a joke, an exhalation?

I am not ready.
I wish to have stayed.
What would I will those who gathered near?
Can you find joy?
Walls that shelter, for a while?
Please stop
Breathe deep and turn around once.

Such sad faces,
Could we dance, just once?
Oh god, the mistakes, the foolishness.
I will not miss the weight

Good by.