7 Breaths

One breath ,Two breath I know I am near the face of death I slowly take a third Flashes of my past, present and possible future pass my eyes And I respond with a soft "why"? Tried not do wrong, did right Always kind, always polite Yet I lose my life with this pain A style of death inhumane Another breath these thoughts did cost But I cared not, for I knew I had lost I had at least three more left in me So I used them wisely First and second I used for the same I cried! Since the idea of death slowly overcame I did good all throughout my living To my family, friends, and enemies...... Giving and forgiving Now the last was the hardest to use What to do with it? I couldn't choose My heart pounded, my lungs were done, and my pulse quickly ran So I used the last to smile and I died a very happy man