Last Night, I Died Poem by Randy McClave

Last night, I died
And there was nobody there,
There was no one for me to speak to
Except for GOD; who I did in a prayer.
I then asked GOD to forgive me
And please, erase the sins of this man,
Then I asked him to watch over my family and friends
And then I asked him to please; hold my hand.
And as I laid there dying
Unto GOD I freely spoke,
I thanked him for all the gifts that he gave me,
And I thanked him for all the words that I wrote.
Then I closed my eyes and I had memories
But, not of the bad times, only the good,
Then I thought of the people that I had loved and trusted,
Not because I had to, but because I should.
And while I was there still all alone
Waiting for death to take my life,
I began to cry, but not for myself
But, for my son, and the woman I called wife.
Then I thought in Heaven who would walk with me
When I arrived, in my new home,
Then I thought who would be with me
Or in Heaven I thought, would I walk alone.
And as I waited for my life to end
I worried as I began to think of everyone else,
The sting of death really didn't bother me,
But, only knowing, that I would die by myself.
And then at last death, it came
And there for me, no one had cried,
Because no one knew that I had left this world
Because no one knew, that last night I had died.

Randy L. McClave