You can’t rush death

It will come when it’s ready. Unannounced. You wait patiently for it to arrive. Your breathing rebels, on occasion. Outsiders come along, and interfere, to give you comfort, to make you laugh.  You do not cry. With patience, and humor, you respond to your visitors. The serious bones in your body, have gone away, and said good bye. There is no room for lamenting, or tears. Only goodbyes. Each comes to you with there own personality. You let them express, in their own way. You have seen so much, and understand their ways. You are wiser, than all. Patiently you know, you can’t rush death.

By TiffanyCreek