Death Poem by greg richardson

I got the word today
I'm gonna die
by nest Thursday.
How do I break the news
to my adorable wife?
and what will my children do
without Daddy in their life?
As for myself
I'm amazingly calm
contented by the words
in the 68th psalm.
'Let God arise,
let his enemies
be scattered:
let them also
that hate him
flee before him.'
At the moment of death
I shall feel victorious
for the life I led
and the dreams I've awakened
in my loved ones.
Come sweet death
I am all the more eager
for I am on my way
to a glorious adventure.