At The Hour Of His Death Poem by Ima Ryma

John Keats did leave his London home
When tuberculosis took hold.
Per doctors he did move to Rome
Where his death warrant did unfold.
Forced to leave the love of his heart,
Letters from her he could not read.
He felt it best they stay apart,
A broken hearted pair indeed.
Coughing blood and covered in sweat,
In his last hour Keats did pray
To God to oh please not forget.
Quietly Keats did pass away.

To peace of death from pain alive,
John Keats passed at age twenty five.