Dying Declaration

Poverty that made my spirit blow There, from no one to borrow Looking for something to swallow But, nothing to eat even a willow Left the house to implore Stretching my hand being on the floor Minute replaced seconds; seconds, replaced hours; Yet, no one ready with a Godly valor People passing by, a young after elderly Witnessing, me beseeching for life dearly No one cared even for a little charity Manifesting cruelty defying humanity Appeasing myself with a lullaby Wishing an angel to come by Wish to come true, an angel came by But; it was for my final good bye!