Will Anybody Miss Me
The world around me starts to turn into a tunnel
Reducing the space in which my thoughts would once dwell
Fleeting visions, of my life gone by, fill my sight
As I drift towards the beckoning light
Above my body, I see myself rise
The world becomes small as my soul flies
Through beautiful clouds, through beautiful skies
Is this how it is when one dies?
I see people gather around my mortal remains
Speaking in muffled tones, is that pain
That is reflected in their muted voice
Or are they simply paying me lip service
In a few hours I see the people disperse
Going about their lives' mundane pleasures
I am dead and gone, so I guess nobody needs me
I wonder, after today, will anybody miss me
Copyright © Manoj Kumar | Year Posted 2017
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