A Poem

This is my poem for death

I am waiting for you to appear

so I may draw my last breath

and finally embrace my fear.

This is my poem for death

I know that you are near.

My soul to you I bequeath

now my conscience is clear.

This is my poem for death

farewell to those held dear

as we honour my shibboleth

in a way that is sincere.

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