I Hope It'll Be Me. Poem by SY Wong ...

In the house there is;

The dinner table we are so used to
sit, muse, get some nutrition out of it.

A lot of memories hangs around, like pictures
in each nook and corners,

but who is going first?
I wish, I wish it 'll be me

So that I don't have to miss
I don't have to be alone
I don't have to meddle.

I don't ponder anymore.
Without me, what are you going to do?

With your smartness, I am sure you know how to live on.