Mal Sharp Poems
A Day Will Come
A day will come when I will die,
I won't want you to sit and cry.
I want instead from all, a smile,
Ignore the fixed funeral style.
Don't speak of heaven or of god,
I've always thought them rather odd.
Don't enter the church, go outside,
To the place, where I will now reside.
Funerals are always taxing,
I'd rather you be relaxing.
So don't let grief stand in your way,
Please, if only for this one day.
Rejoice for my life, not death,
I loved you all with every breath.
This Heart Of Mine
This heart that is inside of me,
Belongs to you and all you see.
Though it beats within my rib cage,
I only hold one minute page.
In this heart of mine.
That I can carry so much love,
Is a gift from the sky above.
And though you'll find yourself in there,