When My Time Comes

Oh how I love

my California coast-

my people and their stories

who helped me find a voice-

to well lit city streets

full of art and ecstasy,

how easy to get lost within a crowd.

But just under the music-

when gears no longer turn,

trust me when I say-

I saw it coming.

Death knocking on my door

has been my lifes remedy-

to walk the greater path and grow.

Yet grounded I remain-

a constant hurting in my chest,

reminding me of truth.

When my time comes,

may a piece of me

in some way inspire you.