I do not believe that my death will be
Simply passed by without misery
Without noble beings who in bliss will see
And remember memoirs of a wishful me

I do not believe yet I do fear
That one day the sky so wide and clear
Will be grumbled by dread and unkept tears
And weeping many winters my cause

I do not believe yet I even more fear
That the sky so blue will remain so clear
And my last breath will pass life by
And all will forget about "that guy"

Poetry by Me