She said that I would die all alone
No one would be there to hear my moan.
And at the moment that I have died
There will no one, not one person at my side,
No tears at my passing will have been cried.
I have had girlfriends, and a son and wife's
I have helped them all with their pain, suffering and strifes.
For them I have sacrificed and in my prayers I have pled
But, not one of them will be there at my death bed,
When God takes my soul, and my body is dead.
When my parents and my brothers died I was there
I held their hands and I also stroke their hair.
I didn't want them to be alone and be afraid
Then on my knees for them, I also prayed,
From their presence I never once strayed.
I was at everyone's side whenever asked or needed
To help and to give unto others always came unheeded.
But, at my death it will be as if I was never known
When in my bed I will die all alone,
And in the wind my deeds and actions will be blown.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem