A Dying Man's Song - Poem by Irvin Relebogile
This here could be my last,
With shades by the setting sun-
I recall how i wasted my past,
My soul departs' and my sight run.
This here was my first,
As i look at this memory held by a photo;
I even more despice to rest,
'we die together'-that's our motto.
O! Dear light:
I see your eyes being eager:
longing for a flight-
Your desire to sever even bigger.
O! Dear dove:
Take me too with you,
To heaven where is pure love,
And there his will i will do.
Sing me a song;
At my passing don't cry
But'with sad melodies tell'that it is wrong-
For death (so soon) to give me a try.
Send me away poetically,
Tattoo my coffin with the words
Of W.shakespear tragically:
(The world is a stage) -with birds
Flying above singing a love song.
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