The machines continue to beep;
The slow metronome of life.
A countdown he’s willing himself to face.
Family drifts in and out; ghostlike in themselves,
Their expressions morbid; hope fleeting
But he watches nonetheless.
He thinks back on his time with them
The memories seem complete,
Guidance, wisdom, and sanctuary
He gave himself to them.
He hopes they’ll take those lessons learned
And pass the...