Burning with fever in my hospital bed.
Not a member of my family has shown up yet.
Was I that bad that no one would come.
No flowers or cards are sent to my room.
But I know lord I will see you soon.
If I done any wrong to my family or friends.
Forgive me all for I am at my end.
But perhaps I will lay here and pretend.
That my room is filled with family and friends.
Going now I have one thing to say.
Love life to the fullest and be good to all.
Perhaps one day they will call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem