Words of a dying man

I want you to remember me
How well I lived
How cheerful I used to be

As I feel my death nearer
The fear gets clearer
But I think this is better

There is only peace in the grave
And no more chance to be brave
While you live please behave

I used to have big dreams
Most of them remained dreams
I regret how I always forget to beam

Live a little, think a little
Balance it, non belittle
You never know when death will come to meet you.


© destinyako