I ask a hand in my hand when I go,
\nPalm in palm, a loved one to ease times slow
\nGoing through. Churning life’s values about
\nKnowing the hour has come and full of doubt,
\nThe ebbing force gives back its fretful pawn
\nAs preceptive shadows fill a last dawn
\nWith a visit that’s known, but not the date
\nWhen living and the dying separate,
\nFrom whence there is not any chance to flee
\nThe unknown coming close to assess me.
\nWhether resign or rage I do not know,
\nJust a hand please, in my hand, when I go.<\/p>\n
April 1995<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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