How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller
dwelling on the road of goodbye.
Bittersweet tears fall as I think
of all the places I'll never see,
all the faces I'll never know,
all the joys I'll never share,
as I head for the unknown.
I have lived life as best I could,
met challenges head on,
drawing strength from an unseen source.
You cannot come with me on this journey
you can only stand and watch,
sometimes the more difficult task.
I know what I must do
and I will give myself a voice
drawn from the inward depths of my being.
For Ken
June 1, 2003
copyright Fran Watson
Fran is a Consultant, Workshop Developer/Presenter, and Toastmaster. More information can be found at my website www.franwatson.ca where you can also sign up for my free ezine.
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