On some dreaded drury day
in my bedded casket buried
I will lay
in the ground among soil and stones
I'll be bound my flesh will spoil
and turn to bones
though for life I yearn so much
back to dust
I return as such
just one life
is there such a thing
or will my death
a new life bring
will I be born again
to go places
I've already been
will life have more stages of rhyme
or will I be gone to the ages of time
can anyone answer this quest I ask
or like me
at best, bask
ERNEST CLARY
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-die-36/
