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
Copyright © Freddy Francois | Year Posted 2011
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