When I Die - Poem by maria goodison
When my time come I've often thought of how i will
It will not bother me if i am poor or if i have friends around
me at all even if my beloved cat stay and washed his paws.
I want to feel the wind blow throw my hair and the green
grass under my feet.
To have my thought still mine and no be like the rat race
When i go i want to fly and feel the rain upon my face
the river rushing by my side, the smell of rose under
When i die i hope so much to float away just like a cloud
and let the sun shine on everything.
Leave all the pain and hate behind, when my time come
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