Organ Donor Poem by Robert N. Test

[decem]

Give my sight to the man who has never seen the sunrise, a baby’s glee or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to a teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his Grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every nerve and muscle in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells so that one day a speechless boy may shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

Burn what is left and scatter my ashes to the wind, to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all the prejudices against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the Devil.

Give my soul to God.

If by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked I will live forever.