Who are you...

And from where have you come...

What things have you accomplished ...great and small.....

Whose lives have you touched..

Will they miss you when you're gone...

The suffering is almost over...

Your pulse grows weak under my fingers...

Your breathe draws short....further between...

Will you leave many behind...

I see life slipping from you..

But, I will not stop until you do..

and even then I may go a bit more...

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