When the time comesand i top myself what will you think of me now?
When the time comes near.
And I stare death in the face.
What will you think of me?
When I am dead and gone.
And my body is cold and still in the ground.
What will you think of me?
Will you hate me,
for departing this world.
In such a monnor?
When the time comes.
And I stare death in the face.
Please let me go
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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