Sonnet Sunday's: If I Should Die Tomorrow
If tomorrow I should die
What
kind of tears would be shed
Would
they be droplets of joy,
Or
of sorrow that I’m dead
Life
is too short for grudges,
And
the anger that is fed
Through
the hellfire and brimstone,
For
the lowly man would tread
Choices
that dwell in darkness,
Can’t
we share our love instead
Thoughts
of long-lost love maintained,
Lying
lonely in this bed
If
tomorrow I should die,
Remember
the things I said

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