Last Request

Jessica Scott gives a poem of ending and going on.

The Well Tempered Bards

Now I lay me down to sleep.

For my bones, do not weep.

I do not lay here wanting grief;

In my rest I’ve found relief.

No more worrying over day to day affairs;

No more crying over unhappy cares.

In the earth I now have peace;

In the quiet all has ceased.

All my sorrows are washed away;

No more suffering, no more dismay.

Weep not, I say, for what is gone

Look to others, look to your own.

Care for those who continue to struggle,

Care for those who cannot juggle

The mind’s chess game with them as pawn.

Weep for the living, those who walk alone.

Turn your eyes and hands to them,

Let your love be their stem.

For it may be their life was spared

Because of you and those who cared

To see the pain behind their tears,

Who understood and calmed their fears.

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