When I Die Poem by Gert Strydom
When I Die
Rating: ★3.5
When Michael or Gabriel
comes for me
do not write
RIP on my grave
or leave a rousing poem
and just let me be me.
When I die let me lie,
in a humble
piece of earth.
When I rise I will see
the Creator
with my own eyes
and this earth,
will only be
like a bed to me.
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