The Day I Died
Monday, August 29th, 2005
What would people do, If today they heard I died? How many people would laugh, And how many people would cry? Would they try to hold it in, Pretend that they were strong? Or if they didn’t cry at all, Would they think that they were wrong? What about the first man in my life, Would he shed a tear at all? Or would he not know how to take it, And on the ground he’d fall? I wonder how many people would be in shock, Now that my life has been erased. Would the places that I once filled Stay empty, or would I be replaced? I wonder who would jump for joy? How my teachers would react. Or how many people I never knew, Upon whose lives I have impact? Would people show their feelings at all, Or would they have too much pride? How many people would say they love me, Finally, on the day I died.



