A day will swoop in when my body,
Will be tucked in white sheet by somebody,
Located in a hospital busily occupied,
By those living, dying and those who just died.
At a certain moment, the doctor will check my pulse,
Announcing my first hour had arrived by impulse,
When this happens, don’t put artificial life into me,
Let my body be taken from me to hear others PLEA.
Give my eyes to the men who has never seen,
A baby’s face or the love in a woman’s eyes so keen,
Give my heart to a cruel person whose own heart,
Has caused nothing but trouble & fear from his part.
Give my blood to a teenager involved in an accident,
So that he may live to tell his grandchildren of the incident,
Take my every bone ,cell, nerve and find a way,
To make every crippled child play some day.
Let every cell of my brain be used,
In a way no doctor has ever used,
So a deaf boy can hear all the noise,
And a dumb girl can hear her own voice.
Finally burn what is left of me and give it,
To the wind, so flowers may bloom out of it,
If you really want to bury something,
Let it be my arrogance, prejudice and the other thing.
Give my SINS to the wicked One,
And my Soul to the Eternal One.
If you still want to remember me,
Do so, by saying something good to everyone you see.
If you’ve done everything I asked you to,
I’m pleased, happy & glad cause of you,
For deep within, I know something truly,
That I’ll live through you, quite truly…
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