Come angel come

Come angel come

Come take me to

Dread dark domain

Fear not that I will baulk

Complain

Completion of your blessed task

I shall not ask for extra time

Knowing it’s not yours

To give

Come angel come

I will not seek forgiveness

Though you know I have

Much to forgive

Having lived these three score seven

I have been granted life enough

To make amends for

All my failings

Come angel come

Guide me to the precious light

Though I fear the darkness

I have no hope that it will fade

For me

Come angel come

Lead me through forevermore

For who may ask for any more

Than predetermined span

Though every day be blessed

I shan't even ask

For one last

Game of

Chess

This poem, like so much of my written work, is deliberately ambiguous and open to interpretation, so please feel free to make of it what you will. I have disabled comments, as I do not wish to discuss my health and other personal matters in an online forum. I will only say that I have recently undergone a series of diagnostic tests that indicate I have a life-limiting illness. If you would like to show your support, concern, or other such positive vibe, a simple 'like' emoticon will be sufficient. I will feel the love and please be assured of the feeling being reciprocated and returned.

Love to all my readers and online buddies

Ray