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This is a poem of mine. Please leave a comment about what you think ^_^

Final Days
I sit on my deathbed as I stare into space;
The days went by too fast.
I wish things were the way they used to be,
But now that's all in the past.

I sit here now and think;
"Why? Why must the sun set on my final day? Why can't it just go on?"
My children and grandchildren stand beside me,
Saying that they wish for me to stay, for a peaceful rest after I've gone.

I sit on my deathbed;
Not wishing to leave.
Oh, the way it used to be.
On the days seemed to heave.

I watch my final sunset at the moment,
The beauty of the world, the water and the wells.
I know that I'd lived well in my days,
And know that all will be well.

I watch now as the sun sets,
My final hours gone.
As the sun sets now,
You'll know that I've traveled on.