What would you think about while dying?

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Yesterday, a bit past four, I felt quite faint and feared the floor Might rise with speed and hit my head, But I did not fear being dead. Instead I thought “‍if I fall now With students here, I wonder how They will react to teacher down?‍” But then my stamina came roun’ And though still fuzzy in the head I taught the rest without going dead.

With food and rest my strength returned But I still ponder what I learned About myself from how my brain Reacted to that fainting pain.