I Shall Die.. To Live On! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

Save me not a cake, if ever you make one on my soon coming birthdays
I shall have died before those days can smell their sun
If this I say in this way does happened, bury me so I won't decay.
Resenting me not, for I died with no regret or grudge to none.

Yes I died, but I died a warrior with smiling open teeth
Assured that I crushed the world and lived above its laws
That even though its wee, still I rise and I found my feet
Even though even in death, the price was living as an outlaw.

But still I saved my sons and my son's sons
With my verse I bought them a path to a better world
Where no hate lies but all is good and fun
And most of all my dream, I fell in love!

So its true no marquee nor stone shall want my name sketched upon
Less of men. But if thy heart shall uphold my verse then truly I live on!