Content To Die Poem by Rohan Gupta
Content To Die
Tiring,
these days have grown.
There is a lot on my head.
I sit under my porch,
daylight erasing.
Revisiting the years,
that have faded in memory lanes.
A smile,
lightens the face.
The soul wasn't ever so peaceful.
I know,
the years have been lived to their fullest and brightest.
There is nothing more that I ask for.
Death,
I now await you,
with a smiling face and open arms.
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