Hold On
Hold on, my death, cease for a while. Allow me to see my loved ones, one last time. Tell me in advance when is my last chance to visit my childhood home. And to see my favorite show. Come again tomorrow, maybe in my sleep. When I'm with my lost love, dancing in my dreams. Wait at my door and let me have one coffee with the friend I used to hate, before they finally make, and epitaph with my name. Do knock before you come in. Don't take me by surprise. I wish to pen my last poetry before you take away my life.