Final Breath

What will you think of, when you take stock at the end of your life?

Final Breath
 
When you take your final breath
And leave this ancient land
I hope you are respected, and someone will hold your hand.
I hope that you have travelled
I hope that you have seen
Deserts, mountains, oceans, forests and fields of green
I hope you've seen the sun rise
And set in brilliant hues
I hope you've had the frame of mind to take in all the views.
I hope that you have noticed
The little things that count
But most of all I hope that you found love in large amounts