Let Me Be Done Poem by Timothy Long

Let me be done,
Life's work may never be unsung,
But it's what I have to do,
Is being poor all I can be,
A debt slave most of my life,
Save me from the strife, it's amazing what you can do with some rope and a chair,
A simple philosophy of life's not fair,
Many find out their dreams will not prosper,
However many will fail to try after disappointment hits home,
It's okay to make mistakes ever now and then,
Endure it and make it your friend,
After all,
Friends themselves will come and go,
A lot of life's work will be completed alone,
All the pain is dealt with alone,
What do you think happens when we die?
Die alone,
The darkness creeps in,
Whispers of fear and sin,
Alone I lay,
My solitude my only friend,
In this cold world,
My only company till the end.
In the end, we are all just fleeting moments,
Caught between the ticking hands of time,
Our lives like fragile whispers in the wind,
Only remembered those left behind,
But in the end,
What truly matters is how lived and loved each day,
The kindness we showed,
The joy we shared leaving a legacy that will never fade away,
So let us embrace each moment with purpose,
Let our laughter ring out louder and clear,
For in end,
All that will remain,
Are the memories we hold dear.