<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510501" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Marilyn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lies<br>Upon her bed so still<br>unable to summon up the will<br>to get out and face the day<br>as time slowly slips away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She shies<br>From the inevitability<br>not accepting reality.<br>For Death is approaching fast! <br>How much longer will she last? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her eyes<br>Look around at the family<br>gathered so uneasily<br>as they gaze helplessly on<br>knowing she will soon be gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She tries<br>To fight for her very life<br>to remain there as his wife.<br>But she's unable to speak<br>and her body is so weak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sighs<br>Exhaling her final breath<br>and her body gives in to death.<br>The finality of death is felt<br>by her bedside as they knelt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dies<br>Breathing out lifes last breath<br>and succumbing to her death.<br>Lying there upon her bed<br>all motionless. She is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She flies<br>Her soul to worlds unknown<br>and he's left there all alone.<br>Helplessly looking at her there<br>beyond the reach of his care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cries<br>Gazing upon her lifeless face<br>and holding her in his embrace.<br>Unable to prevent the flow<br>of his deep sobs of sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Arise'<br>She is summoned before God<br>to account for the paths she'd trod.<br>Stands alone before Him there<br>as her life's deeds are laid bare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Surprise<br>Our turn too will quickly come<br>when God shall call our soul home.<br>We too must pass through death<br>when we draw our final breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be wise<br>Let's kiss God's Son while we may<br>to survive that judgement day<br>then through Jesus we'll be forgiven<br>and allowed to enter into heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Royston">Royston</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510501" data-title="Marilyn de Royston" data-description="She lies Upon her bed so still unable to summon up the will to get out and face the day as time slowly slips away. She shies From the inevitability not accepting reality. For Death is approaching fast! How much longer will she last? Her eyes L..."></div> </div> </div>

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