I sad little ditty about a man on his deathbed. |
I Remember... A Poem by Christopher Gallo I lay here, Watching my heart-rate decrease. A tear runs down my cheek, I know my life is about to cease. And I lay here, my hands old and cracked, My face is wrinkled and ancient, I remember my wife, And for her I give lament. And I lay here, My life draining away, And I remember my dog, That handsome little stray. I just sit here, Finding breathing hard to do, And I remember my sweet young daughter, Her name is Mary Lou. I am wasting away here, In this old hospital room, And now I remember my son, And my heart is full of gloom. All my life has sped away, And left me dead and old, And now I remember childhood, For that was solid gold. But memories are memories, and my star will fade away, and maybe when I die, A new child will be born this day. Some day he will lay here, in this exact same bed, And have a bit of happiness, In a moment of such dread. I remember my first car, I remember when my father died, I remember when my brother ran away, And you must know I cried. I remember everything that happened, When I was just a kid, But now it is fading away, And death is about to close the lid. I look to my side, and I grab the teddy bear, that my beautiful granddaughter sent me, and I snuggle him, and I lose all my fear. I close my eyes, I go to sleep, I am not going to wake up again, But I will wake as a shepherd in a land of sheep. |