my counted days

As I counted the days of my death
I could feel that I am getting closer,
The way heart beats
In the rhythmic way of practiced singer;
I got perplexed of all those things
That happened through out my life
The days are counted and I know that
My end is near…….
The series of sins, I have done to all
They will never forgive me for all I did
What I wanted now is the touch of love
However, that was diminished by all my sins
I could see the darkness near
I am now an intrepid soul
I could see my fellow beings
Enjoying my departure
They always misjudged me
As I was always placid
I could see my mother in full grace
She will be abject if I go
How can I thank her for this life?
The beautiful feeling she gave to me
The fondled touch, the rejoice I felt
The touch of love
The time is nearing I had my filling
However, it was too late for me to reach her
I was entangled to my way back
Could see my hearse waiting
My time has come
I am on my way to grave
I heard a holler
I could see the crying face waving me good-bye
Before I could, say was held back by the death.