Will you shed tears when I die?
I envisage on my bed as I lie.
Whence comes such a thought in my mind?
As I feel my life has come to a grind.

Ups and downs make up any life.
I console myself with such thought to be rife.
But why do I feel such deject?
My mind keeps circling as I introspect.

Today I'm here and tomorrow perhaps not.
Such is the nature of life with fraught.
Would you still care enough to cry?
As I head over the horizon and say goodbye.