As I lay here dying
I watch the people pass me by
And not one person here is crying
Even though they know that soon I will die,
An honest and caring person I was not
As I had used and lied and cheated
What they and others didn’t see, GOD had caught
My soul and conscience had retreated,
Now my victims are all standing around me
They watch me suffer while waiting for my last breath
Not one of them will listen to my mercy plea
They all just sit and wait only for my death,
I wish that I could not hear them
As they talk and whisper and likewise
I know to Hell my soul it is condemned
And for that journey, I wish someone would close my eyes.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very clever and fresh.