An Optimistical Sonnet.

There isn't much time left before I go,
I do not know why but I can feel it clear.
The only thing I do really know -
The peaceful rest is now already here.

The thought about it worries me not.
Sometimes I even wish it came but fast,
So that still faster I could meet my God,
So that the troubles of the life would not longlast.

I do not know yet which way I'll go,
But do not want to do it by myself.
Though my spirits now're rather low
And no pity for my life is left.

I do not know if somebody'll cry -
But do not, please, I beg you - when I die.