Feel Free Poem by Paul Butters

Feel free to mourn me when I'm gone,
When I will not be back again.
It's natural to grieve at death
For those who miss you so, I know.

But don't forget to celebrate my life
And all I've done on this fair earth.
Be full of joy about these things:
Immortalise me for my deeds.

I hope to live for many a long year:
If possible cheat Death immortally,
Perhaps by going somewhere safe
From the Grim Reaper's deadly scythe.

I hope for many table tennis wins
And trending poems, before I leave this mortal coil.
Iambic rhythms throughout cyber space,
Free verse expressing a greater vision.

I've planned ahead by writing this,
And might have jumped the gun maybe.
But when you read this out perhaps,
I might by now be Free.

© PB 19\6\2016.