That Final Gift of Life

 Alone in the waiting room, tormented by his grief.
He bowed his head and closed his eyes, trying to find some peace.
She had left him there and went away when she heard that final bell.
Now he found himself all by himself under a lonely spell.
His back pain was at nine and his heartache was at ten.
Fate holds all the cards and it seldom lets you win.

The future had slip past him but he was hoping to look back.
He would not allow his sweetest memories be distorted by the facts.
Those younger days of joy and Hope were all that he had left.
Now those days were all gone and he blamed Father Time for the theft.
His back pain remained at nine and his heartache still at ten.
Fate is God's auto pilot, it knows, when your time should end.

Hope and Memories had begun to fade, his debts to life had all been paid.
Reaching out with a grateful heart he accepts that final gift of Life.