If I die tomorrow, life will still go on,
The "friends" and "associates" I knew, won't know I'm gone.
If I die tomorrow, "they" will soon forget,
for their memory is short and that they do not regret.
If I die tomorrow, people will not miss or care,
but the dust will relish my body, that my mother has bear.
If I die tomorrow, the world will continue to spin,
undisturbed, intact, undistracted, for the earthlings inhabiting within.
If I die tomorrow, only my family will weep,
and basket in the fruits of my labor while I sleep.
If I die tomorrow, after my funeral my family will feast,
for they know now, that I am at peace.
By: Strange Collage Guy (because as a collage, I am made up of many many different experiences.)