Collection of 89 Poems, Vol. 3

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Collection of 89 Poems, Vol. 3.
Two poems, \"Will This Be The Day I Die?\", and \"Funeral\".

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Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (General) North American (General) US African American

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Will this be the day I die? Each flight I take? I always think it's this The day I die I can't help to think when the plane shakes Will this be my last goodbye up high and cruising altitude? I hear a troubling sound. Where did it come from or what was it? Can't wait to be on the ground gushing wind turbulence All things we can't control All I can do is put a smile and hope nothing goes wrong. Fear is always in the mind when abnormal things happened. Think of our kids and love once. If this becomes miss happened and every flight each person has thought their life could end there with grip Really, it's headed on her arm. Rest and say a quick prayer. This be the day I die is a question. We have all asked whether land or sees when troubling comes, the answer is unmasked. Funeral. Why is it when someone dies? That's when everyone visits you. The church is filled with morning. What? The person they knew from families far away. Friends. We hardly see the travel far and wide just to see you get buried. Yes, we have made memories and hate, So let them go. But why visit the dead now? Well, they don't talk anymore. We go in groups and paraded cars the flashing lights on But when the person was alive we didn't follow them at all. You sing a song for them while the words pierced our hearts But we never sang a song for them When they were still alive We buy flowers ample of them which the dead never see. We should have done this earlier. Now it's just to look pretty So spend time with your loved ones Who knows? It could be their last go out of your way to be with them Life is short like a dash Give them flowers that they like or song that touches their heart Why visit the dead now when you can be with him while alive?