When my time arrives,
I shall smile with peace and take a backdoor exit.
I don’t want my people to crib and cry;
I want them to remember me as a guy-
who had a heart.
A heart which melted to see the injustice,
A heart which cried to witness inhumanity,
A heart which bled on brutal deaths,
A heart which throbbed for her sweetheart.
A heart which smiled at the dusk and the dawn,
A heart which jumped with the carefree fawn.
A heart which beat for the orphan crying,
A heart which took her home and made her feel fine.
A heart which hurt no one ever,
A heart which was innocent and not cunning, clever.
A heart which had emotions brewing…
A heart which was sweet, nice and caring,
A heart which had a spirit-never-dying,
A heart which had a heart underlying.
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