THE DAY I DIE
When I die,
There will not be a day of mourning for anyone.
No, announcements in the news will be made,
No, speeches will be heard,
No, articles will be written,
And the bells of my church will remain silent.
Thus,
Unnoticed, my departure from this world would be.
Only the humble verses of my three thousand-plus poems will be present-
A brave army at attention, ready to pay homage to their departed father-
By singing a lullaby, composed by the ideas, sayings, and deeds of mine,
In an effort to pacify my soul at the moment of her transition from her
Temporal to her eternal home!
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Oh, what a glorious day, that day would be!
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 October 2025
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