An Ending That Isn't

 

Your life in all its magnificent capacity

to imagine and dream, plan, remember,

learn and know, create, innovate, love,

be so vital to so many, care and give,

support, achieve, fix, build, persevere;

now, today, reduced to the gruelling task

of maintaining a flow of air into the bellows

of your lungs.

Stop.

A bellows maintains a fire; it has no purpose otherwise,

and your breathing has no purpose now.

Rest.

Rest, let us continue;

we will carry you on.