WHEN MY DEATH COMES
When my death comes
Where will I be?
How will I be?
Will I know it is about to happen?
Will I say goodbye to everyone close to me?
Will I have some clever memorable last words
To leave the world with?
Or will I end with the traditional Jewish confession of faith
Shema Yisrael Hashem Elokenu Hashem Achad?
Will I be in pain
Terrible pain?
Will I be drugged and drowsy
Half aware of what is going on?
Will I be longing for it to happen?
Will I have a smile on my face and a tear in my eye?
Will I be able to be hugged by weeping loved ones?
Will I be flat on my back
Or will I sit up before the last collapse?
What will be?
How will it be?
It's going to be
But I don't know when and how-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem