Burning with fever in my hospital bed.
Not a member of my family has shown up yet.
Was I that bad that no one would come.
No flowers or cards are sent to my room.
But I know lord I will see you soon.
If I done any wrong to my family or friends.
Forgive me all for I am at my end.
But perhaps I will lay here and pretend.
That my room is filled with family and friends.
Going now I have one thing to say.
Love life to the fullest and be good to all.
Perhaps one day they will call
Dennis Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-good-to-all/
