The Day I will Die

I hope it is not nigh, but the day I will die, 

Please do not cry. Let me go with grace to a better place,
Where the sun shines bright, and there’s no disgrace.

 

I don’t want to linger, or let you suffer in pain,
But I leave this world with nothing to gain.
My soul will fly, up to the sky,
And there I will rest, no more to try.

 

Don’t mourn for me, just celebrate,
The life I lived and the memories we created are cherished.
I’ll watch from above, with a smile on my face,
As you move forward, with love and grace.

 

So, cherish each moment you have, and hold them tight,
For life is fleeting, and time is finite.
When my time comes, I’ll be ready to depart,
With no regrets, and a grateful heart.

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