When my eyes are shot.
When my heart stops beating.
When blood stops flowing my veins.
When my body lay lifeless.
I will surely miss my friends and family.
I will not be able to wear my favorite cloths.
I will not longer see life's merriment.
I will no be able to show or receive love.
But it looks like rest in a way.
I will have a very long uninterrupted sleep.
I will not have to bother being fed.
I will have no headache of fever.
I stand to think which is better.
But like the formal determines the latter.
I wonder how I will fell that day.
But until then, my eyes are still open.
By
Bijimi Daniel Meindous.
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