Mal Sharp Poems
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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.
Sometimes when all is quiet, I like to sit and pretend.
My walls disappear from view, ready for me to transcend.
Instead I'm in a meadow, breathing in the fresh clean air.
Creating a paradise, I hide from my life's despair.
The flowers are all in bloom, colours delighting my eyes.
But if I were to look close, I would see through this disguise.