by Bobby Neal

Created on: April 06, 2009

Don't pity me my sweet child
As I lie here, an old man, near to death.
I am so grateful that you sit by my side,
Holding my hand.
My body is shutting down,
The pain has already gone away.

Don't pity me beautiful angel
For my being an unbeliever,
For my having no God,
For my being unsaved.

I've lived a fruitful life as I saw fit.
I have no regrets,
I have no fear of hell,
I have no desire for heaven.

Don't pity me my daughter
As I feel my mind and world dissolving, collapsing inward.
When I shut my eyes it will be for the last time.
My life has been well lived,
In a few moments I will cease to exist.

Don't pity me my precious baby,
It is you who will weep.
It is you who will mourn.
It is you who will miss the kinship and love we shared
As father and daughter.
It is you that I pity.

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