The Last Cry of the Soul of a Dying Poet

My heart is wrapped with codes of death; future foreshadowed by doom and gloom, i fade away like a lengthening shadow but thou i die, this i've been graced with will die not, poetry will die not. i've lived that life blue around the gills; to the brim my paths were filled with complete emptiness! i've searched for myself around the cold bills, but i found non of me... except this peice of writing, this poem "Waking Smiles" if it was for a matter of choice I could have choosen another life, so as to live and die not; so as to live and recite poems. By the roadways i saw my death; before he comes, take my word and find yourselves, for once my dear friends get a little bit of me right; i say thou i die, my joy is fullfilled my poetry, my delight