He comes on quiet feet
When you don’t expect to meet.
Will you be ready for his call?
Have you been here at all?
Did you love feel it’s embrace?
Did you feel compassion’s grace?
Were there sunsets that broke your heart?
Sunrises that tore you apart?
Did you see the world and all it’s glory?
Read a child a bedtime story?
What will you pack and take
Into death’s dark lake?
Fill your suitcase with love and beauty
or ledger books and memories of duty?
Will anyone cry when you leave
Will they miss you and grieve?
Or be glad your gone and they are free
of you and always be
filled with pain that you left behind
To everyone you remind
of what was or what could be?
Will you be shackled or free?
For each of us death will visit
cannot hide or miss it.
Our time on Earth is short and can be sweet
If we show love to those we meet.