What will I say before I die

I am haunted
By the flashbacks of future gone.
That aged old man lying on his deathbed,
In the corner of his study.
He has
Spent his life
Fearing this moment
Preparing for that cold spike in his chest.
Will he speak in German
To hide his mind from the world;
Will he speak prophetically
And try to inspire.
A pun would suffice.
I will spend my life fearing
That moment. I will prolong it,
Avoid it, do all I can but at day’s end
Death will come for me and when he asks me
What is my choice of dying words,
What will I say before
I die

The End

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