The Lonely One

The Lonely One

There is a slight stream of light shining through; soon it will disappear from view. I will fall into a deep sleep never to wake again.
Don’t cry for me; I am going to a place where I will never be hurt again.
A place where I will be an equal to everyone, not the odd one out.
My body will hurt no more.
I will be able to run and walk again freely once more.
A place where I will not have to play the games that are played by the living.
A place where everyone is at peace.
No competition with other just to gain respect.
I will no longer have to feel bad because I can not give you everything I would like.
Be at peace for me for I will be at peace finally within myself.
Goodbye and forgive me I must go.

The lonely one.



By Herb Krantz.

P.S. I wrote this after talking to someone about my cousin Alan. I can only imagine that his last thoughts were something like this. He had asked me when I saw him the Saturday of his death not to try and talk him out of dieing; he wanted to want to finally be at peace. Even though I could not help him I didn’t want him to die. I wasn’t giving up but it was time for him to go.
I guest we all will know when to through in the towel.
I miss you Buddy, Rest in Peace.