“He’s too far gone,” the doctors said,
“There’s nothing more that we can do”
And while his loving family wept,
The old man’s fever grew;
While nurses came and nurses went,
The family gathered ’round the bed,
Holding on to feeble hands,
Some watched the monitors instead;
“He looks quite peaceful” said one son,
While unbeknownst to all
A host of angels gathered near,
Preparing for the call;
And watching from the ceiling, he
observed them all below,
It doesn’t hurt at all he thought
I wish that they could know.
Too far gone? he asked himself
Why, I’m just beginning!
All of them think what I’ve lost–
While I think what I’m winning!
Sandra Lee Smith/July 3, 2012/for Robert Fend, September 22, 2011