About Me: From those around I hear a Cry, A muffled sob, a Hopeless sigh, I hear their footsteps leaving slow, & then I know my soul must Fly! A chilly wi
nd begins to blow, Within my soul, from Head to Toe, & then, Last Breath escapes my lips, It's Time to leave. And I must Go! So, it is True (But it's too Late) They said: Each soul has its Given Date,When it must leave its body's core, And meet with its Eternal Fate. Oh mark the words that I do say, Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day, At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell Decide which now, Do NOT delay! Oh God! Oh God! I cannot see! My eyes are Blind! Am I still Me Or has my soul been led astray, And forced to pay a Priceless Fee Alas to Dust we all return, Some shall rejoice, while others burn, If only I knew that before The line grew short, and came my Turn! And now, as beneath the sod They lay me (with my record flawed), They cry, not knowing I cry worse, For, they go home, I face my God! Oh mark the words that I do say, Who knows, Tomorrow could be your Day
Female,
95 years old
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