Poem of the Dying

I sit at this table
Tainted with crimson regrets
Vicious things done in life
My mind wants to forget.

So I think on God's gifts
Like my flawless family
My sweet caring children
And grandchildren lovely.

My biggest regret is heavy
For I did not find my soulmate
I married someone else
And now it is too late.

The pages smeared with red
I know all must come to an end
At least I'll go in painless joy
For my life and faith I did defend.

Though this poem is not finished
I'm afraid it must be
I fear that there is no time left
Time has run out for me.