WHY DID I HAVE TO DIE TODAY  ?

 

Why did I have to die today?

Is there something about my dying

That may

Make a constructive difference

To just one human soul?

To reach a goal?

 

Why did I have to give up all

My dreams

Just so that I could die today?

I still have schemes,

Visions and aspirations

And a lifetime yet to give;

I have wrongs to put right

And hurts to forgive.

Let alone the lessons that

I still yearn to learn

 

Why did I have to go do

A dammed fool thing like die?

Heck. Now a whole bunch of folk

Will have to cope

And sniff and pretend that they’re not going to cry.

And see.

Some will wish that they’d been kinder to me.

So they’d now be free

Of the guilt and remorse that they feel.

Isn’t that surreal?

 

Do I really have to die today?

Is it really time?

Can’t we just mime it

In a sort of dress-rehearsal?

Is there no reversal ?

Hell. I don’t want to be dead

Leaving poems unread

And a warm lover waiting in my bed

 

So, Why did I have to die today?

 

 

Rod Jones

12 September 2001