Title: My funeral
by Original from London | in writing, poetry
This is my day,
The day when people will cry for me,
The day people will regret that they didn't get a chance to know me.
The day a vivid reflection of my character is acknowledged for all the good and bad.
The pain a family shares hurts deeply knowing that death is the cause of countless tears.
Where young life's ambitions are partially satisfied or just potential wasted
If a souls like bodies ever meet again
Love, hope and faith will be the language of the afterlife.
What a celebration to the ending of a chapter.
Is this really the beginning of the end?
Or is death a statement of freedom of the soul being released
From a dirty sinful body?
Only death can tell.
The only thing that remains ice clear is life comes once and goes too quick
Regardless the age you die, 20 or 80.
Who knows what could have happened if you remained in existence for an
Extra day to say "I lived well for that moment".
A life principle's of hope, faith and loves all related back to the last seconds
Of a life that achieves these three gifts will make death seem less dramatic.
The one thing that everybody in the in whole wide world has in common
Still remains the only thing nobody is ever ready for when it steals.
A new journey where time and distance are irrelevant as the destination is what you
Truly deserve and determined by how you served your worldly life.
They say Shakespeare's work was ahead of it's time
However this is a piece of literature that is ahead of life
So I guest there is no comparison.
Are you ready for that special day?
Some say it's as close as a dream
But as distant as the furthest Milky Way.
The moment your heartbeat stops for escape that's when
It will all become clear for all those who had lived.
World domination
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