My life is like a book
With a thousand or more pages.
Everyone I see;
Everyone I meet;
Everything I feel;
Everything I eat;
Are recorded in this book.
When I shall lie down
On my death bed,
The angel of Death
Sitting by my head ,
Waiting the time to fly
With my soul to the sky,
And leaving my body to be carried,
Bathed, shrouded and buried.
But before I take the last breath,
I shall read one last time,
The book of my life
Chapter by chapter, page by page
Line by line and word by word.
I shall remember one last time:
Everyone I saw;
Everyone I met;
Everything I felt;
Everything I ate;
Recorded in the book of my life.
My love, when I shall read you,
The best chapter of my book,
My happiest past,
That will bring a naughty smile
On my very dry lips
And I shall breathe my last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love makes you smile even on death bed. Sensitive poem. Compliments.