There would be a wake, an empty wake,
Of which few souls would dare partake,
There would be tears, some useless tears,
From those I have meet through all the years,
There would be talk a lot of take,
Some talk of waste and my cut stalk,
That is, if I died tomorrow…
I would lay in coffin black,
With handles brass as if to fend off,
Some invisible attack,
I’d lay so still but feel no pain,
My eyes stay closed not seeing the light,
I shall never lose but never gain,
That is, If I died tomorrow…
There would be a stone, a lifeless stone,
Over this grave I call my own,
There would be grass, beautiful grass,
Who’s beauty I could never try to surpass,
There would be tress, tremendous tress,
Who soar to heights that only a bird sees,
That is, If I died tomorrow. |
