Ready To Die Poem by Robert Roberts

i feel my time here is at end
as i feel the hand of time on my
sholder i have stared into deaths
eyes and my god i dont see me
for i dont believe i am part of this future
as each day i feel the effects as this
bone grow weak benief me
i dont believe this body gonna last
long as it has began to break down
inside out am slowly dying but remain
strong with a smile to confort my
peers can no other man walk this jorney
with me but me and as i being to feel
weak and exhausted guide me oh lord
let my smile forever remain
so when that guy in the black hooded coat
call my number tell him where to find me
for i am ready to come home