So will you please stop awhile and hold me? I just want to beheld close. I dread the reality to face life alone. There were so many others here with theirown stories to tell. They tried but failed. Just like me. So will you please come closer and listen? I thought you were listening but you don't really hear me. You listened to my mind but I want you to listen to my heart. I'm afraid.
I know that death is just around the cornerand he's going to take me to where Ron and Jonald were. But I'm afraid. Who's going to hold my hand when I die? Who will be there to see the last of me?
Wait! Please don't go. Look at me. Hold my hands. I just want to know that somebody's there who really cares for me. I'm a human being, too, and not just another specimen for clinical exposure. Age made me look and act like a fool. But I'm not. I may not remember your name and a lot of other things but I know you and all those things by heart. So will you please stay? I want you to hold my hand when I need it. Your touch means a lot to me. Can't you spare me a ittle bit of your precious time? And perhaps you could cry with me, too. Is it forbidden for a professional like you to cry? Then, just stay with me. Hold my hand. Listen. Perhaps that's the only time when I could die and leave this world with a smile on my lips and peace in my heart.
