17.

Somehow these days I see,

This number calling me,

Is it just a bias or a message foreseeing,

Am I being called home in a time to be?

These air bubbles in my head,

Started from the right,

Heading to the left,

I'm glad I can sleep at night.

There is no pain,

Just discomfort,

My right brain strained,

Right jaw a little moved,

Right temple aching at times,

Right eye still tired since before this thing came, and now it itches,

And the sound of air bubbles popping,

In my head,

Especially the right side,

And the top of my spine;

I wonder if one day,

This will end my short trip,

On Earth.

If so,

If it is a sign,

If soon it comes the end of my time,

Then I shall not worry,

And cry through the night,

Anymore,

I'll live my last days with joy.

Only two regrets now that I have,

Not doing enough good,

For the needy, for the poor,

And never having understood,

A love of a man - a love for another.

Hopefully, I will only leave,

With either one regret,

But even so,

The first would be a worse,

Regret than the last,

Since Jesus never stopped,

Teaching about giving to the poor;

And this is my seventeenth year,

Knowing Jesus as Lord and Saviour.