Before Death
Before death
you wanted to kiss
the girl in the lift
whom you rode with
silently each day,
wanted to read
War and Peace,
wanted to listen
to the whole
of Wagner’s Ring,
wanted to write a poem
in Japanese,
touch the dress
Marilyn Monroe
wore in that famous film,
feel the embrace
of your late father’s arms.
Before death
you wanted to sing
a Puccini aria,
look into the eyes
of your first dead love,
make love
for the final time,
climb Everest,
drink your last
glass of booze,
see your final dawn,
hold onto your final breath,
before your death.
poem by Terry Collett
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