When It Comes, a poem

Musings on the end of a good life.

We’ll welcome it with open arms,
When it comes.

When it comes,
We won’t weep or run,
We’ll stand our ground,
We’ll say “Old friend,
You’ve come.”

If it must be done,
If our last grain of sand,
Must fall through the glass,
Our skein of days undone,
We’ll understand,
When it comes.

When it comes,
We’ll look and see,
Life’s treasure and debris,
What we’ve loved,
And what we’ve lost,
We’ll say “If it must be,
Then it must be.”

We’ll feel no distress,
We’ve earned a rest,
Even if it seems early yet,
If we’ve lived our lives,
Full of caring deeds,
We won’t be afraid,
When it comes.

We’ll humbly accept,
When it comes.

Poetry by Harakhte/Pic Unknown