Here is the beloved one, in hospital bed a-lying.
Monitors all disconnected now, the old sailor knows he’s dying.
Yet with it, the family understands, it’s what he’s been wanting.
Sick and unable to move, these past few weeks been daunting.
Above a computer screen urgently flashes … no time remaining.
Yet, he lives on – in slumber-induced sleep – ever weighing his staying.
He hears well the nurse’s instructions, adjusting his body again.
but he waits – until the last voice of loved ones, proved that they’ve been.
Now, the trial seems over, so clearly seen on his face.
With peace and contentment the new order, all worry’s been replaced.
A life worth celebrating, his favourite music plays.
Drinks all ‘round is called for … seems like old days.
And later, in the wee hours, when a last breath is drawn.
Under calm skies and time remaining, he sails into the dawn!