I Will Sing On My Deathbed - Tim Hicks

[Lawrence Robinson]

I Will Sing On My Deathbed

I will sing on my deathbed, 
glory the ending sufficient to honor
the passing of the windswept days
that have carried me above the depths
of this marvelous place 
full of pain and suffering and 
beauty beyond measure. 

I will sing out so freely that the 
jackdaws smile, and so loudly 
that the children down the hall 
will remember when they are grown old.

May I on my deathbed
sing of my failures that have garnished 
the core of caring that held me
buoyant enough against despair 
to hear my final song. 

May I sing both the laughter and the tears 
that are as one in the melodies of life,
so that my turbulent longing 
bends towards some semblance of serenity,
as moment pushes moment 
ever onward into the distance. 

May my deathbed hold me 
as if time stood still, 
while I sing until I am done, 
and the cock crows the arrival 
of the morning of my ending.

I do not now feel done and will likely not then.

	- Tim Hicks
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