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!

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