As I lay dying,
I am confused with such a statement.
What is death? Why is it feared?
Why not cherished, for all I know?
I mean ...
you don’t have to deal with the worldly pain
forever and ever.
As he lay dying,
the thoughts of legacy race through his mind.
What was the mark he left,
on this messed up world?
How did he live?
Who will remember? Who will care?
His memories ... will they go untouched?
Or would someone want to see his life ...
through his eyes?
As we lay dying,
we see our wants,
accomplishments and failures.
We see our life before our eyes...
As we lay dying!
Author Unknown
As he lay dying,
the thoughts of legacy race through his mind.
What was the mark he left,
on this messed up world?
How did he live?
Who will remember? Who will care?
His memories ... will they go untouched?
Or would someone want to see his life ...
through his eyes?
