A NOTE FOR THE LIVING WHEN I DIE
When I die as die we must,
Another home for me do not create in a morgue.
Commit me within forty-eight hours after my call
Six feet down on my "Endurance Villa's" forecourt.
As the revelers and wailers gather to dance or mourn,
My numb and ugly body do not lay in the hall
For all eyes to leer at, jeer and mock.
When I return from whence I came, the dust,
Another reason do not seek in the oracle's dingy hut.
Submit to divine will and see it as every mortal's lot.
As my "enemies" their celebration cake cut,
Allow them "rejoice" with the mental yoke they've got,
Till death, the great leveler decides their turn
To answer the sure, certain and inevitable call.
Copyright Arutee4ever (2009)
Ray Oyil
Raycreations
Another home for me do not create in a morgue.
Commit me within forty-eight hours after my call
Six feet down on my "Endurance Villa's" forecourt.
As the revelers and wailers gather to dance or mourn,
My numb and ugly body do not lay in the hall
For all eyes to leer at, jeer and mock.
When I return from whence I came, the dust,
Another reason do not seek in the oracle's dingy hut.
Submit to divine will and see it as every mortal's lot.
As my "enemies" their celebration cake cut,
Allow them "rejoice" with the mental yoke they've got,
Till death, the great leveler decides their turn
To answer the sure, certain and inevitable call.
Copyright Arutee4ever (2009)
Ray Oyil
Raycreations
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