When I die,
Don't cry,
I just want you to enjoy your pie,
And your life of course,
I know what I've done is an enigma,
Everyone will once be a corpse,
Everyone suffers grieve,
But what they never know is that my death is all I had to gift,
Since that's all I could give.
Met a lot of people,
Had a lot of conversations,
Them people go through a lot ,
Some just like me most are dead inside,
Others just like me had or have only them for a guide,
Any figure needed in their urchin life crashed them instead,
But we can't leave in the past,
Right?
We ought to move ,
Not to the sky,
Or mountains high,
It's to places we'll easily wave bye,
To place our flowers on the deathbed will not fade like a dye,
I 'll love it when I die.
You ever thought of what I can say now?
My mind is wrapped,
Yet to be dumped,
Not too soon though,
'Coz I got a life,
Till I rest,
I'm gonna do my best,
For my soul to later lie on that crest,
Enjoying all the color fests.
We all start from grass,
Though not all get to the grace,
Some are left back in the days,
That's why now you'll hear of there's a lot of gays.
Others placing their thoughts at bay,
Not knowing that's a price they'll pay,
And they'll struggle with that debt day by day,
Like I did earlier till now.
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Kingsley _the_poet
