Deathbed Poem by Giacobbe Hwansa
Deathbed
I'm scared of losing- hearing,
Might not be able to hear
the angels singing.
The day shall I wait,
when I count my last pray,
Might not be able to hear
the voices on my deathbed.
We would reminisce about
the memories that we made,
Holding each other's hands
for last but not to be sad.
Eventually leaving the place
but not by the heart,
All the memories will
always remain the same.
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