In the twilight of his journey, Bipolar Bear feels his age,
Aware that his time left is but a fleeting page.
He reflects on a life rich with highs and lows,
And the importance of the path he chose.
He’s a little sad, for there’s so much more to do,
So many dreams left unpursued, so many skies left blue.
Yet he understands the cosmic play,
And knows each soul must find its way.
He hopes he’ll be remembered, not for his fierce stance,
But for his compassion, his love, his kind glance.
For though he roared and stood his ground,
It was love and care that truly did abound.
His lesson to others, before he departs,
Is to cherish life, with all its moving parts.
To be kind, to love, to fight the good fight,
To embrace the darkness and seek out the light.
So, as he prepares for his final rest,
He knows he gave his very best.
And he leaves with hope, as the stars shine above,
That he’ll be remembered with kindness and love.
Peter Pickering · Bipolar Bear