No more words can be spoken.
The sand in the hour glass is gone
Apart we have slowly grown.
Here we sit---alone.
The sun has set in the darkness of the day
There is nothing any words can say.
The petals have closed on the flowers.
The bell tolls for the last minute in the hour.
Time is up.
The day is done.
The hour has come
to say goodbye.
Our time has come.....
by Anneliese Garrison, RN
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