I May Die

It's not strange, not queer, not a matter to heave a sigh. I'm very near, near, near to death, I may die. Tomorrow's sunlight, I may not see, nature's every sight, won't be with me. As death is nothing, but, to cease at once, stop of breathing, any hour in trance, or you may say, a journey of life, on a different way, leaving earthly strife. Nobody will remember, except some kins, I haven't been ever, their words do that mean. I'll want to touch, my child, my loving ones, whom I love so much. I shall hear their moans. The door between death, and life, I'll knock, and knock with that faith, that I can unlock, the lock, all my cry will be in vain. I won't be able to tear, the delicate curtain, and no mortals will hear, my body-less pain. Soon, my soul will soar, high, high, thru cloud, rain... leaving everyday chore!