TERMINUS MORTALIS 19940330
A wish, whispered quietly not spoken
Prayer like, the offering of a mere token
A heartfelt plea on promises long since broken
A conscience guilty from an unorthodox request
For a hastened ending of a near deserted nest
A turning of fate giving a weary soul rest
Let the living shoulder the pain they can bear
So that others may obtain a peace found elsewhere
Release the fettered to escape mortality's lair
Soft thanks, whispered quietly not spoken
Prayer like, the offering of a mere token
A heartfelt tear for the shackles now broken
[© 1994 Joseph Wheeler, all rights reserved]