Will you shed tears when I die? (my poem)

Will you shed tears when I die? I envisage on my bed as I lie. Whence comes such a thought in my mind? As I feel my life has come to a grind. Ups and downs make up any life. I console myself with such thought to be rife. But why do I feel such deject? My mind keeps circling as I introspect. Today I&#x27;m here and tomorrow perhaps not. Such is the nature of life with fraught. Would you still care…