It's OK if I should pass on
to the world to come,
because I can honestly say,
with my hand on my heart,
that I have played my part
and I have definitely left my mark...
it's OK if I had to go
because I would again get to see
all the people whom I have known -
including the man who was always
and who will forever be my hero...
it would be OK I were to have written
my last poem and to have seen my last sunrise,
because I know that I did my best
every day while I was alive...
it would be sad to have to go
and to not be able to say a proper goodbye
to all those people who I know
would miss me when I am gone
and who I know would think of me and cry...
it is not something I am planning to do,
it is not something I am looking forward to,
but if this poem were the last thing
that anybody heard of me
then I hope I will be remembered
as being someone who gave back
and who believed that every day was a gift...
it is my lasting hope and my wish
that someday someone will read my words,
someone will see my face,
someone will think about something
or about someone who they love
and wonder what and whom it was who inspired me,
and the future reader of my poetry and I
will begin to communicate with one another
across space and across time
because we will have created
a bridge back to each other
that we can use to learn more
about ourselves and about how we can
all help others through the darkness
that follows the last light of our last sunset.