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Feb 2018
I came to your hospice,
  I came here to die

I came for my family
  a final goodbye

I broke that one promise,
  I most wanted to keep

Alone on my mountain,
  no mourners to weep

The doctors and nurses,
  they **** and they poke

Their intentions most noble,
  my spirit on dope

In the night, strangers faces
  call out my name

And act like they know me
  new pawn in the game

If I had that one wish
  still left unfulfilled

I would walk to the rim
  of the Canyon so still

At dawn I would jump
  with both arms open wide

Saying: Thank you Dear Lord
—for a wonderful ride

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
(kurtphilipbehm.com)   
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