My death bed

And when some day I am on my death bed,

And lie down peacefully

When morbidity surrounds me, 

Take me, oh dear memories

Across your lanes and pathways.

Some fond memories 

Which I would have never forgotten,

The others, bitter 

Which I chose to conveniently forgo,

Remind me all those moments.

Be gentle, like the mellow cascading rains

Of August. And not tempestuous and violent,

Like brutal thunderstorms, for,

I would be on my deathbed you see,

All I would like is 

A glimpse of my life, my dear memories

And not any hint of regret and 

Repentance, which I would have to

Carry to my grave. 

Make me smile in those last moments,

To laugh, I might not have the strength,

Yet, I would so very like 

That pleasant smile gracing my face

When I close my eyes 

For the last time, and forever.