Your mouth hung open;
Your hair fallen out.
You can’t make a sound,
But you’re lucid, no doubt.
Taking in your well wishers
Takes your mind off the strain
Your strength is fading.
Not much, but some pain.
I know you have struggled.
You seem somehow at ease,
Resigned in your knowledge
Of the end of disease.
You can hardly swallow
What we drip on your tongue,
And though you must be hungry
You no longer crave.
Yet we still recognize you,
Here, where you belong
We remind you of times
We shared and our songs,
Grateful for the time
You can still be around.
You struggled to breathe
A drug helped you to calm.
You seemed so peaceful,
And then you were gone.
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