Let death come
bringing smiles on my lips,
taking the last breath,
happy , knowing life was good
having lived the best of self,
intentions clear with the Creator
He, who sees me through
knows all too well.

Let death come
the smile on my icy face
bring tears to others' faces
warming their hearts,
for they hold me dear
deep in the fondness lane
yet cry from the heart.

Let death come
with irony and dance,
I shall leave in peace
and bid adieu
between tears and smiles.
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