Should I Be Elsewhere On The Morrow Poem by james watkin

Should I be elsewhere on the morrow
When birds their buoyant traits renew;
Should I be too diverged from earth's
Perimeter to walk it anew

With more pity thereafter, than will
With dust, have already been sprinkled
Will pass a star in the night, you knew
In its day to have feebly twinkled;

With more of the condoling spirit
Than my casket's last onlookers!
Because in that star you'll fail to see
What each in their guise recovers.