As I lay dying, <br />My heart is weak, <br />Weak as it can be. <br />I see my blood, <br />All around me. <br />My life is ending, <br />One minute at a time. <br />I hear a distant voice saying, <br />'Its going to be fine.' <br />As I grow cold, <br />The meaning of Life begins to unfold. <br />As I start to take my last breath, <br />A bright light is all I see. <br />And I heard a man say, <br />'The time of death is half past three.' <br />As the angels carry me, <br />I know there's no going back. <br />I'll see you all there. <br />My world is now dead and black.<br /><br />Osvaldo Govea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-death-13/
