[Lonely death in Japanese. Many older Japanese die alone in their homes and aren't found until days or weeks.]
The last day I see my face
What thoughts will be in mind?
How grateful I was to be alive?
How sad I am I hurt so many?
How shamed I feel for actions
I did not stop?
These and more
My children and grandchildren
The little I could do for them
The list of failures that plague me
Over and over and over.
There will be no next life
That so many believe.
I haunt myself
I am my own ghost
Staring in the mirror
Ready to disappear
Nothing remembered
No more pain
Sagging skin fading away
To songs I cannot play
Or sounds of my own heart
That pumps the day through me
Hours go up in smoke
With my mind ablaze
Turning to its last dreams
Barry G. Wick
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