To my Family..
To my Friends...
"I'm Sorry."
But Please..
Just Listen.
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under 4 corners of a mattress located in a hospital..
Busy occupied with the living..
And the dying.
At a certain moment, A doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes..
My Life has stopped.
When that happens..
Do not attempt to install artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my death bed.
Let it be called..
The Bed of Life.
And let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise..
A baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain..
Give my blood to the teenager who has pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play..
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist..
Take my Bones.
Every muscle, every fiber and every nerve in my body, and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every Corner of my Brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat..
And a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her bedroom window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the wind to help the flowers grow..
If you must bury something, let it be my faults.
My weakness and all prejudice against my fellow people.
If by chance..
You wish to remember me..
Do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked..
I will live forever.
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Moping For Hope, Wishing for Luck
RandomI am Human. We all are. And I can't bare to see others upset. But I can bare myself to be. I work on sentimental and heart warming poems, along with expressing how I feel in life.
