Just a Sad and Simple Something

Life's memories are fleeting; each story I'm heeding, but I'm still here bleeding and have you a care?.. I did this for you, but what else could I do; such a sick thing, 'tis true, yes, a sick thing we'll share... As my life's story ends and I'm rounding the bend, I perceive a Godsend and so offer a prayer... It is humble and quick, but I no more feel sick; though I ne'er was your pick no one said life was fair...