If I die young, and the mourners depart,
then days pass by, life offers a fresh start,
and love promises it will be just the same,
will you still smile when you hear my name?
if I die old, and the mourners were few,
then days pass by and your pain was true,
and love promises were not just the same,
will you still sigh when you hear my name?
if I die now, and the mourners were done,
then days pass by and your shock was gone,
and love promises you wealth and fame,
I'll always smile when you call my name.
End
A. L. Gomaa© 2008
