When I finally rest...
I know not if that will be peace
Scientifically, death at it's best
No before... or after... to pen a piece
The hungry worms shall be morose
That I chose the pyre, and not the grave
In smoke, I shall disappear without prose
I shall face death someday, not tonight, Be brave
When I do, I hope that you go on without care
Feel plain and simple indifference..
Accept that death is fair and square
Love life more... with the newfound reverence
To be sad would make no difference,
To my soul or it's absence, for it did already disappear
Be like the flowers.. Happy blooming with indifference
Midst of others that have wilted after their time of the year
Cherish every moment more..
The wind, the rain and stillness too
In my absence.. Will to live ever more...
For that is fair and square too...