The Passing
by John Herlihy
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I walk quietly and reflectively thru these now empty rooms
All the happy memories now swept away by life's brooms
Trying to resurrect all the happiness that once happened
Trying to remember all the happiness that still beckoned
Listening to sweet melodies that played in my eardrums
A heart that echoes compelling sounds of beaten drums
The light of this world shines through visionary prisms
Designed to capture the essence of mystical visions
The horizon draws near as we approach the end
Hours dwindle to minutes, a few more to lend
The heart has settled in a manner most calm
Whispers of the wind echo a sacred psalm
Little to ponder, just one secret desire
One smoldering ember still on fire
Nothing else left need forsaking
As we await a new awakening
Now back where we belong
Humming one simple song
The mind settles down
Silence the last sound
Thru the sun door
This life no more
The final breath
A life passing
A final day
Farewell
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Copyright © John Herlihy
Friday 24 July 2026
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Our lives do become less involved until we are only doing what we need to survive each day before we are gone.
I must not be there yet because I'm so busy with so many things to do every day.
Ron