Saturday, 27 October 2012



TO REMEMBER ME

THE DAY WILL COME WHEN BODY WILL LIE
UPON A WHITE SHEET NEATLY TUCKED
UNDER FOUR CORNERS OF A MATRESS
LOCATED IN A HOSPITAL BUSILY OCCUPIED WITH
THE LIVING AND THE LYING
AT A CERTAIN MOMENT A DOCTOR WILL DETERMINE
THAT MY BRAIN HAS CEASED TO FUNCTION
AND THAT, FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES MY
LIFE HAS STOPPED
WHEN THAT HAPPENS, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO
INSTILL ARTIFICIAL LIFE INTO MY BODY
BY THE USE OF A MACHINE
AND DON’T CALL THIS MY DEATHBED.
LET IT BE CALLED THE BED OF LIFE,
AND LET MY BODY BE TAKEN FROM IT
TO HELP OTHERS LEAD FULLER LIVES
GIVE MY SIGHT TO THE MAN
WHO HAS NEVER SEEN A SUNRISE,
A BABY’S FACE OR LOVE IN THE EYES OF A WOMAN
GIVE MY HEART TO PERSON WHOSE
OWN HEART HAS CAUSED NOTHING
BUT ENDLESS DAYS OF PAIN
GIVE MY BLOOD TO THE TEENAGER
WHO HAS PULLED FROM A WRECKAGE
OF HIS CAR, SO THAT HE MIGHT LIVE TO SEE
HIS GRANDCHILDREN PLAY
GIVE MY KIDNEYS TO ONE WHO DEPENDS
ON A MACHINE TO EXIST FROM WEEK TO WEEK
TAKE MY BONES, EVERY MUSCLE, EVERY FIBRE
AND NERVE IN MY BODY
AND FIND A WAY TO MAKE A
CRIPPLED CHILD WALK
EXPLORE EVERY CORNER OF MY BRAIN
TAKE MY CELLS, IF NECESSARY
AND LET THEM GROW SO THAT,
SOMEBODY, A SPEECHLESS BOY WILL
SHOUT AT THE CRACK OF A BAT AND
A DEAF GIRL WILL HEAR THE SOUND
OF A RAIN AGAINST HER WINDOW
BURN WHAT IS LEFT OF ME AND SCATTER
THE ASHES TO THE WINDS TO HELP THE FLOWERS GROW
IF YOU MUST BURY SOMETHING
LET IT BT MY FAULTS, MY WEAKNESSES
AND ALL PREJUDICES AGAINST MY FELLOW MAN
GIVE MY SINS TO THE DEVIL.
GIVE MY SOUL TO THE GOD
IF BY CHANCE, YOU WILL TO REMEMBER ME,
DO IT WITH A KIND DEED OR WORDS
TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS YOU
IF YOU DO ALL I HAVE ASKED’
I WILL LIVE FOREVER

ROBERT N TEST