We wait the hours until death comes to take him. There is no stopping the tide as it washes over his wasted body.
Mine is to feed and change him as he did me 42 years ago,
to comfort him in his waning hour. where did time go?
my lifetime so far hasnt been enough.
A bright new dawning waits for his passage into that final dark.The clocks ticking, eloquently obscene in the night.
I cannot fight for him
I cannot defend him
I cannot protect him from the pain of life
I cannot wait at the door for this wolf to come, for he has already passed my guard.
So Here I wait.