Poems Of The Third Order

The past

As I lay here sick and dying

Wondering why I'm not surprised

That I've left the world in more pain than joy
 
Or how my misdeeds have left pain

Or how all my children disgrace my name

I've left works behind still undone

And a pile of stories untold

As I sit here coughing out my final breath

And yet my mind is not at rest

For I've left a world I haven't finished

With people I still haven't greeted

As I slowly sink away

I wonder of my sprit and it's strength

Of my family and their love

And of my past...

That will forever go unchanged