Sunday, September 21, 2014

When I Die...

When I leave,
May I not have
Outlived my purpose,
Or get too late to die.

A little early is actually
Fine. If nothing major
Is left mid-way,
A bit of tying up
Can take care of itself.

May I not go
Miserably famished
Or wounded.
But have come to terms
With what life gave,
And what I returned

May there are some
Kind thoughts, fond memories.
And rest is forgotten.

May I leave
As one does a good party
To go back to one's home.
Warm and Welcoming -
In any season,
On any day!

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