FACING DEATH

Please reach out and touch my hand.

I am feeling rather frail.

Though my heart is still beating,

It no longer beats so well.



I guess life's behind me now.

Well, this happens to us all.

Death may seem daunting, I know,

Yet life is so beautiful.



Sometimes you can cry so hard,

When things seem unbearable.

But isn't that life's beauty;

How it makes you feel with soul?



So please do not pity me;

This old thing I seem to be.

Though this heart is weakening,

It didn't half love living.





Around 2004