They
Who ever they are
Must find me dead
My fabulous passing maybe

I
Hope they do not find me compromised

Where will I die and how
It’s a guaranteed mystery of my life

So I am peeved that I have lived so long in life
But know so little of my pending death

I know my past to a degree
But hey that’s called life
I want to know about death

Some sort of understanding would be wonderful
Or bothersome at best

So if there is a god why did he fail to allow
An understanding of my own death

And
Never let me say goodbye to you all

Copyright Paolo2017-10-20