conversations with the old
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I WILL DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL CRY
YET I BELIEVE THEIR WILL BE
A LOT OF QUESTIONS LEFT TO SEE
UNANSWERED THOUGHTS STILL UNEXPLAINED
THE ANSWERS SHALL COME THE CHILDS' BRAIN
AND AS THEY LAY ME IN THE DIRT
KEEP IN MIND I AM FOOD FOR BIRTH
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL CRY
TODAY THOUGH I STILL LIKE TO LIVE
ENJOYING WHAT LIFE HAS TO GIVE
PROMPTED BY THE THINGS I KNOW
AND IMAGINING THE PLACES I STILL WANT TO GO
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL CRY
HEARING PROGRESS, CREATES THOUGHTS
CONVERSATIONS THAT WONT BE FORGOT
GETTING A GLIMPSES OF A PEARLY GATE
IVE ENJOYED MY TIME AND DON’T WANT TO BE LATE
THE DAY MAY COME WHEN I DIE
SOME WILL LAUGH AND SOME WILL CRY
Copyright © Lorraine Peterson | Year Posted 2024
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