On My Way To the Grave
ON MY WAY TO THE GRAVE
how i wish you could hear this by me
i died not of cancer but of love not seen
now a befitting funeral to dust you give
you let me untended like a forgotten olive
you now sing me a lullaby i will not kiss
a smile that i will not get to say i miss
where were you! when the last i breath
who give a damn about that suit -thick
a hypocrite you never was they found in you love
stop deceiving those mourning with your epigram
never was i what you call me now-your dove
it is too late for on my way shan't see me stand
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