Please push me hard

Before I die I want my treasures

Be handed down to you

So that at the end of the day

They don’t fall

In those burning fire

I have none to give them apart from you

I know you will keep it safe

To return them back

When I won’t have the strength

To walk the distance

To see far away

Please push me hard

So that I can gather more

Those intimate pleasures

Those valuable things

Which are my treasures?

Which kept me alive?

Before handing them to you.