When this life I'm in is done,
And at the end I stand,
My hope is that I answer all
the questions on command.
I doubt they'll be of fame,
or all the things I knew.
Instead, they'll be of rainbows sent
on rainy days I flew.
The hours logged, the status reached,
the ratings will not matter.
Did I see the rays of light
or what about the droplets sparkling clear,
spread across my screen?
And did you see the twinkling eyes.
of student pilots keen?
The way your heart jumped in your chest,
that special solo day.
Did you take time to thank the ones
who fell along the way?
Remember how the runway lights
looked one night long ago
when you were lost and found your way again.
Did I take the time to watch
the moonbeams wash across my wings?
And did I see the patchwork fields, the dazzling sunsets
and mountains bold?
The mirrored lakes and velvet hills,
of these did I behold?
The wind flung along my wings,
on final almost stalled.
And when the goals are reached at last,
when all the flying is done,
I'll answer with no regret-
indeed, I had some fun.
So when these things are asked of me,
and I can reach no higher,
My prayer this day - a hand extends
to welcome home a Flyer.
RIP