A Poem about my Father slipping away.

It's 10 miles to the numbing pool
Where relentless sorrow stays
And 8 miles to the cabin bed
Where I know you sleep today
It's 9 miles to the meadow brook
Where I will kneel to pray
And far off to another job
Where I drive to get away
The villian's at the break-line
Where death combines her force
To catch the sleepers who malign
With Jusice to inforce
Oh Lord, to descend near the water's edge
And halt the torrent there
To dive beneath the darkened deep
And raise you from dispair!
But three more weeks I'll leave ETown
Without a difference made
A year from now, maybe settle down
With cards I could have played
I'll wish that I could hold you
One more time to ease the pain
But my time's run out and I've got to go
Got to run away again
Still I'll always be a listen'n
To the voice that draws me here
I'll sit right down at the water's edge
And add to the torrent, I'll add to the torrent my tears