The Visit
I want to wake up
In that place
Two minutes before
I die
To know it's that place
I chose to visit
At the last
There were always dreams
Of building it
Making my arrival
A special occasion
To be greeted
By all the art
The music
The poems
The love I created
In my life
A giant collection of me
Others
Needed me
To matter to them
So I let them take
Small pieces to abuse
Or rather take them
From me
Those important
Seconds at the change
Will belong to only me
As I slip away to greet
The only friend
I ever wanted to see
Barry G. Wick
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