The Last Time

You never know when,

you will speak to a loved one

for the last time.

My time was a Monday evening,

Things were said, comfort given

for the last time.

His body complete with battle scars

fought once more for a few days

for the last time.

His funeral arranged, the sea of faces

with stories galore, many to be heard

for the last time.

Now the real work begins,

Life without him and his irreverent humor

A unique creation that God made

for the last time.

But go on we must,

whether we want to or not

In the next world, he waits

to see all of us and

this time we will never be seeing

each other for the last time.