As I lay dying, yes dying
Tired, unsure of which shore
Not to walk anymore.
As I lay dying, yes dying
I saw ancient trees, blue skies
All the many times I hadn't been wise. 
As I lay dying, yes dying
My old  father's face swam before my eyes; 
He said, 'My child, you can't die before me: 
Now try to rise.'
Copyright: Rani Turton                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
I enjoyed your poem, Rani