Someday

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Someday I will be dead

I doubt you'll cry or care.

Someday I will be dead

It won't hurt many, so never fear.

My funeral will be quiet

No one will shed a tear.

My grave will be a sight

No roses here no boquets there.

My heart is full of sorrow

Just thinking of that day.

Sometimes I get too morbid

hard to keep the tears at bay.

Maybe a bit of joy

This road has a bend.

Maybe this is God's ploy,

Perhaps it's the desired end.

Don't cry on my grave , oh no

For I know too well what'll grow.

I need not your tears

nor the carnations yellow.

Someday I will be dead

I doubt you'll cry or care.

Someday I will be dead

But  it's not something you can't bear.

A/N: So I never thought I was one for morbid poetry but that was yesterday and this is today.

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