Last Goodbye

As my doom nears,

I think about the tears,

that comes through the years,

Of me leaving.

If you are in this position,

You understand the transition,

That puts us in the condition,

with no retrieving.

I want to send love to all I encountered,

please know its real.

And my fears of the pain, as it hot rain,

tell you how I feel.

My begging goes to my lord,

to stop it before it starts.

If this happens,

I can't donate my body parts.