Dying Poem by Kieran J1996

I have only one year left to live,
Time is ebbing like sand through a sieve,
As each day passes I grow weaker,
And my short life looks bleaker,

I start to doubt,
The effectiveness of my medication,
For now I know that I will soon be at my last destination,
When I meet with The Lord,
He'll have checked my naughty/nice record,
Hopefully I'll see him in heaven,
Afterall I've only been bad once and then I was seven,
Hopefully he will forgive,
Because I have only one year left to live,
And time is ebbing like sand through a sieve,