My anguish is not in leaving
People, possession and properties,
Or sensual and sexual pleasures,
Or benefits accruing from inventions.
My anguish is much in leaving
Memory that I have made in my life,
Truth that I will not know that I had lived
And the fact that I cannot sense post death.
27.06.2016
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