I do not wish to fret on the bed of death
For the relief of pain circling my body,
Besiege around the gap forcing out breath
Making faded strength heirs to eternity.
I do not wish for those shedding tears
Be mournful by the seizure of a sudden urge,
When fortune favours decline in my affairs,
For the soul has many more plagues to purge.
I only wish to find the forgiveness hereafter
And the crown of life in which freedom was denied,
By friends who came slowly and went quicker
Into fame from my association may have find.
All the treasures which make careers wishes
Richer bound for best of that better life to live,
Doctors and lawyers and the alphabet full phrases,
Discover the cure they were trained to give.
As the undisclosed mystery beams towards me
The future and its pointless things have taken wings,
I wish to be clearer, but that wish I may never see
While lips and mouth unto silence clings.
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