I wonder what I’d do,
if I knew that I had to die
I’d surely write poem
wherein I’d tell ppl goodbye,

I think within the tension
it’d be easy to be inspired
when it all turns to vanity
as life’s about to be retired,

I’d probably gaze around
and see the fear in ppls faces
as they think bout how God,
is going to judge their cases,

I hope the pain is ephemeral
sometimes death can be so dramatic
will any of us survive,
or will it all be so tragic?

I can hear the angels dancing
as I make my final prayer
with the sound of an explosion
I return home, to my maker.

~ D.E.B ~

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