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Last Breath

His final hour is near.
He strains to hear…
the soft whispers of the grieving.
Are they words of praise are condemnation?

He wonders…
does it really matter?
The journey is drawing to its end.
He hears some quiet laughter among
the muffled tears of his kin.  

He thinks;
I did it the only way I knew how.
On my knees in prayer…
 my back to the plow.

I came with nothing…
I leave with less.
That’s the cycle of
life and death.

With that…
the old man took his last breath.


Jackie R. Kays
Cvopyright…2003





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