And fall away
This is it
My final day
My eyes are open
But I can't see
And I wonder
Who will cry for me?
My chest is still
No breaths to take
Who will be there
At my wake?
Another cog
A broken gear
How soon forgotten?
Days months or years?
Did I make a difference
In at least one life?
Will I leave behind
A child or wife?
Or am I destined
To die alone
In the field
Just another stone
Time worn and weathered
A monument to a life
Through generations
Of peace and strife
I close my eyes
And wonder
If I will see
Those that come to cry for me.
