He sat down beside me, this tired old man.
I'll tell you his story the best that I can.
He called me his "angel" as he hung down his head.
His soft voice whispered, "Wake me up when I'm dead.

It's your time to take me and my time to go.
I've been here ready a long time, you know.
Years now alone as I lay in my bed.
Take me, please take; I've nothing to dread.

There are many dear memories that play in my head.
Too long without them with words gone unsaid.
Years now alone as I lay in my bed,
So please take me now and wake me when dead.

I can see things so clearly as I start my flight,
And as I pass through that shining bright light.
When all the life in me has taken its flight,
Please wake me up when I'm dead.

First shake me gently and wipe away tears;
No more worries and absent all fears.
I want to tend roses in what lies ahead;
I trust you now angel, wake me when dead.

Yes, wake me up gently; don't let me sleep!
The baggage I've carried is heavy and deep.
I don't expect halos to circle my head,
But, please, don't forget to wake me when dead.

Let me see kindness in every new face;
I'd like to feel welcome in my new space
Surround me with all of the dear ones I've missed.
Have them all greet me with hugs and a kiss.

Blot out the memories too hurtful to bare.
Wipe my slate clean as I take in new air.
I'm so very anxious to see what lies ahead.
Please now, I beg you, wake me when dead."

I sat there beside him as he seemed to sleep -
No one to hold him, no one to weep.
"I will be with you," I said, "to the end.
"I am no angel, but you are my friend."

Just moments later, he reached out his hand;
Someone had met him and taken his hand.
And as a sweet smile appeared on his face,
I knew he was happy now in his new place.

(C) K. Hicks