Toward the End

Toward the End 

Noel Laflin

1-11-16

Toward the end of father’s life,

Ice cold water did suffice,

To quench the hunger, thirst, desire,

Of a life now low on fire.

There’d been a time when he burned,

With youthful flame and in return,

Drank from the cup we call full measure,

Thanking life for such a treasure.

But now his days were few in number,

As he slipped unencumbered,

Off to shores yet unseen,

Except of course in his dreams.

And so he had one last sip,
From the glass held to his lip,
He murmured thanks to those who held,
Elixirs cool - the thirst now quelled. 

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