When I was a hospice volunteer, I was assigned to an old man, who in his last days, was all alone.
No visitors, no friends, no family.
He shared a great many thoughts with me in his final days, mostly how he had come to be alone at this point in his life, despite having a large family and many friends throughout his lifetime.
Myself and a hospice nurse were his only visitors, and upon final request, we left him to pass—alone.
This poem is for you John.
If ever a time when I needed a friend,
That time would be now as my life nears its end.
But no one is left
My friends they’ve all gone.
For reasons unknown
Our story was done.
But my story played
And on it did so.
Without them I lived
not knowing or caring,
how empty this life
for the sin of not sharing
with others who could,
but it wasn’t to be
I was too busy caring for
And so as we lay here, just me and my thoughts,
I think of the people I wish who were here
to comfort and guide me as death draws so near.
But come they will not,
I’m here all alone as we say our goodbyes,
just me and my own to no ones surprise.