Death's Mask

A poem of a man at the side of his wife's death bed.

                                          DEATH'S MASK

    She lay there so helpless and so weak.
So tired was she. She could not speak.

    He sat beside her, feeling her pain.
Knowing his tears were in vain.

    There was nothing now he could do.
This, she knew too.

    He questioned how unfair life could be.
She was thinking about being free.

    He had visioned their lives together,
To continue growing forever.

    When death's mask crossed her face,
he knew not even her, it could disgrace.