Last Will (Paradigm Shift)

My friends, my family,

I write this with the last of my breath,

the last iota of energy I have left for this world.

I write this, to tell you all the life I had,

the life I devoutly prayed for in all my glory years.

This whole time I was gone, many of you put up

with the blossoming depression growing in my fertile mind.

My eyes saw too much. I lived in the future,

only to have the moment call me by my name,

and fly right by as I look toward the light.

Then I looked back, to finally call that moment

by her own name, and to know her, and to love her,

and to have children with her, and to grow old with her.

I finally owned that house with a picket fence,

fought my territorial battles with my neighbor and won,

traveled the world, and knew it as it knew me. 

My success gave me many awards,

and I shared them with others,

the most important being my family.

I've grown three mewling babes

into the greatest of human beings,

and I've smiled, laughed, cried, and argued

with my ever-faithful love.

As I begin to pass away, as I feel this spirit

leaving this vessel, I can only hope that all debts are paid off,

that all my friends are happy today and forever,

that all my dreams were finally realized,

and that I rest content and peaceful.

I thank you all for sticking with me through thick and thin,

and I thank God for helping me with what I need.

 

Now I must pass. I must leave this world...

...but I will come back to this world, sooner, later, or never.

And I hope to have the same kind of life I've had before...

 

And I hope to see you again.

Author's Note

This is a two-part poem referring to two possible futures, concerning how I would reflect on my life on my deathbed. This one defines a more positive future.