A Plea Poem by H E Alexander

Please let me go first?
I don't want to be left here
doing the things we used to share
for it would be too much for me to bear.
So, please let me go first?

Please don't leave me here alone.
What would be the point in life;
there would be no point in life
without you, my beloved wife.
So, please don't leave me here alone.

Save your last breath until I am gone
for you will cope so very much more
and not lay weeping upon the floor,
when God closes death's endmost door.
So, save your last breath until I am gone.

Please don't make me tend your grave;
how can I go there and not break down
when I see you in your earthen gown;
I will call to the heavens and beat the ground.
So, please don't make me tend your grave.