Years ago, I used to wonder
what would happen if I died.
Or if perhaps somebody told
that I'd only months left to live?
Would there be some genuine affection.
Will I be missed when I'm gone?
Then I figured,
"No, a party would arise."
I'm glad I'm not that person.
Because, in honesty, he died.
He sat alone in the corner
and succumbed to the misery inside.
Now I? I am a new person.
I live my life as I do,
for I never wish to be lonesome.
So come, let me hug you.
and be hugged by you in return.