We soon will all be dead
That is a truth said,
But, when our body and soul is gone
Our memories will continue on.
The things that we have done and did
Which many would still forbid,
And then our dirty little deeds
Which upon gossip feeds.
People will then begin to speak
Why we never turned the other cheek,
And how we lived our life
Either with a rose, or maybe even a knife.
When we are no longer here
Will it be accompanied with sadness or cheer,
Maybe we should had said that we were sorry
Instead of going on a hellbent safari.
Then by our peers we will have our trial
As we are seen far from the isle,
And instead of any remorse or sadness
Will there instead be joy and gladness.
Soon we will all be dead
And our obituary will then be read,
Mentioning our parents, our children, a spouse or an ex
Then we will be judged, as in this world also in the next.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem