My death is near
Yet have no fear
Yet when I think
That I shall sink
to one world of solitude,
of sleep, one state of
painful mood
I grieve, I grieve
I love this world
and love you all
But God say that
I must soon go
I must soon go
leaving you all
Shall that be so
a world of light
of beauty, charm
and true delight
but earth is rare
rare and rare
I love to live a
hundred years
I love to live so long
long years
But the bells are near
around my ear
and singing that
I should die young
I should die young
and leave you all...
Priyanka Nath
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-death-is-near-my-last-poem/
