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