The Price Of Parting by Ivan Donn Carswell
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you’ve breathed your last? Is it too much to ask? While love is free in tearful task the price of parting wears a mask of pain which none would feign to gladly greet. Yet love abed with death is said to ease the way to timeless bliss, but just for those departing. Or would you rather quiet instead, the dignity of night and sleep alone abed, no waking dreams? It seems the beggar’s choice; a route into the wilderness, departure lounge without the crowd. And then there are the grieving scenes that follow in your wake, you’ve gone beyond the reach of mind, crossed the vague and tacit line into a deep of endless sleep. Your light has been extinguished yet the light that fires your heirs burns bright to bode the leaving of your flight. © I.D. Carswell
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