Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
A Death Certificate With My Name On It - Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
As short! as it is? It contains my life and death?
As little! as it is? I will used it in the other world?
These short details tell about me?
Does this paper really describe who I am?
Do these words weigh my contribution to the world?
Do these words? Mean, my meaning to the world?
Is this my gift to the world?
Is this how the world will remember me?
With few countable words?
I was short and simple like this piece of a paper?
I was a narrator as narrated in this half page paper?
I was as honest as the author of this, who wrote only what he knew?
Was i? was i? was i?
This little paper is a reflection of my life?
Is this a mirror of my feats?
Is this an echo of my hobbies and passion?
Does this emulate my credentials?
Is this a passport to the other world?
In the other world will they find it?
, Relevant and appropriate enough?
Was it? Life well live or live short lived?
Was it? Life well spend or chaos!
Was it? Worthy living or a waste of oxygen and nutritions?
Was it? life of misery or life of peace duplication
Was it? a life in obedience or life in divergence?
Is this a testimony that, i am gone and gone?
Is this a tool that I will use to build my new home?
Make a new family and meet new friends?
Everything is written in here?
Everything is written here?
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