Day I Die
The day I die which I see must come Do not hush the news of my demise Do not wonder whispering if it happened Take as it is, inevitable, I have gone, capped Do not go mumbling prayers directing where you want my soul Willing I be on angel's feathers being ferried to heaven not hell With due respect, none of your business but mine to where I prefer I cannot for the life of me not wonder why death is dreaded Why people wonder why it comes visiting when and where When it be told without the ostrich tendered emotion You as I, know what must be, must come, what may Face fact; That age is progressive regress to six feet pit Can't run from; What hours spent here are but borrowed times So, all these being factual like hunger needing nourishment As birth to death come as inevitable course like running rivers So death is as removing dead woods to unclog needful space Therefore, though dearest love ones we would greatly miss Why don't then our thought be of joy laug