When I Die Poem by maria goodison

When my time come I've often thought of how i will
go.
It will not bother me if i am poor or if i have friends around
me at all even if my beloved cat stay and washed his paws.
I want to feel the wind blow throw my hair and the green
grass under my feet.
To have my thought still mine and no be like the rat race
at all.
When i go i want to fly and feel the rain upon my face
the river rushing by my side, the smell of rose under
my nose.
When i die i hope so much to float away just like a cloud
and let the sun shine on everything.
Leave all the pain and hate behind, when my time come
that is.