when i die

When i die...


When i die,
If i die..
Read me a beautiful Sonnet.
Please,Save me one for the road ,incase I come back as a serpent..that will be my last.
Save me one from the poetry battery,,i hope they keep it charged.

 When i die ,Cry me a river and give me the chance to cross the waters that are bitter.
Sail with me upon the greatness exegerated by your tears.
When they ask .tell them the story of the mighty Me .
The dark knight in a shining armour ,
Standing at attention even then that ill be out of armor.

 When i die  ,burry me naked for when i reincarnate.
If ,i reincarnate ,ill come back as a newborn .
Cheating nature .ill live again and still die of the same cause..

 When i die,spare me the bath.
I plead,save the irony for your newborns  .ill need no fragrance in hardes..if i make it there.
When i die keep all the sad faces a distance.legend has it ,its false sympathy.
When i die,play me a song..my song and sing along to the "bouncing song ".
Dont let my silence fool you,ill sing along

   
When i die,engrave my name on an oak tree.
Take heed,for it is not a wish but a memory of what is yet to be ..
I heard even the saddest of faces can fire vindictive ammunition.
But when i die,call a spade a spade.not fork .
Be sure to skip the good traits that never were.
Bear silver lines and coat my mistakes with respect..i had to   crack a nut to make them
Bear gold dishes and coat my rights with ullulation.
I deserve an applaus for were i stayed on course

SHELTON T KUREWA

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