Death Poem by Soul StillWaters

I faced death and failed in the moment
I saw it pass at dawn, it's tracks were dim and grim
His passing gave power to life - see you later
His back is like a large mirror, reflecting the past.
The odyssey of memory for the living
The crystal clarity for his company.

I am unsettled by his finality, but I am reminded it is a passage.
Passage of rites?
How do I prepare for his coming?
Should I prepare for his coming?
I will live fully before it comes and hope his next company does too as well, as best as they can!