If I Should Die Tomorrow My Praises None Will Sing Poem by Francis Duggan

If I should die tomorrow my praises none will sing
Though a few may say for everyone there is a final Spring
And he'll never more hear the shrike thrush sing in his cloak of brown and gray
Piping softly on the blackwood tree in the fading light of day.

If I should die tomorrow some of me might even say
He did have a good innings all will be quiet where he lay
He penned a lot of doggerel and he never knew of fame
And he is gone forever as one more forgotten name.

If I should die tomorrow life's cares for me will be no more
And birds will sing and life will go on as life went on before
I ever saw the light of day the Seasons come and go
And without me the river to the ocean forever sure to flow.

If I should die tomorrow on me don't waste your tears
Life will go on without me I've had my better years
My life's trials will be behind me death does come to us all
To the scythe of the reaper we are destined to fall.