Kens Poem

How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller
dwelling on the road of goodbye.

Bittersweet tears fall as I think
of all the places I'll never see,
all the faces I'll never know,
all the joys I'll never share,
as I head for the unknown.

I have lived life as best I could,
met challenges head on,
drawing strength from an unseen source.

You cannot come with me on this journey
you can only stand and watch,
sometimes the more difficult task.

I know what I must do
and I will give myself a voice
drawn from the inward depths of my being.


For Ken
June 1, 2003
copyright Fran Watson