I Don'T Remember Dying Poem by Stephen Taylor

I don't remember dying
They say it was by a bullet stray
If someone had only told me
I might have better spent my last day

I think I would have picked flowers
The kind that are sweet to smell
And I had a friend whom I loved
I would have liked to say farewell

There was a shallow river
That often I had seen
I should walk a mile or two
Up and down the stream

And then one more thing
With the time I had remain
I should take off all my clothes
And stand in the pouring rain