I read about a musician by the name of Wilco who is dying of pancreatic cancer. He said all his worries have been shed so it got me to thinkin' and writin'....
It no longer matters
For soon I will part this Earth
Tomorrow’s plan is of no consequence
What was valuable has no worth
Even if the oceans rise
I will remain dry
Even if the oceans boil
I will no longer fry
For a new world is my destiny
And I no longer carry the old
I shed the layers of moldy accusations
And the lies that I have been told
There is no need of forecasts or predictions
Nor for speculation or worry
What is to be done will be done
I have read the last page of the story
I walk in the light and see no shadows
I trod the ground and collect no dust
I fly in the sky and feel no gravity
I look at my life and see no rust
But what I finally understand is love
And the pain of a long goodbye
Yet we knew of this all along
We read a book and still ask why
Who is surprised when it is their time?
For no matter the grains of sand
The last one waits to be counted
And the future we no longer command
I wanted to love a god fearing woman
But in heaven she will no longer be afraid
I wanted to punish all my enemies
But in heaven all their debts will be paid
I wanted to know the meaning of life
But in heaven all will be revealed
I wanted to know of God’s plan
But in heaven it will no longer be concealed
I want to smile on this last day of life
But am wary of the door I must enter
Though I believe in the other side
Will the moment of rebirth be but an instant?
Or will I struggle to grow as does a child?
All that I do know is that worry has ended
For my time on earth has been reconciled
