If Today Never Comes

(In Memoriam)

If today never comes

And I don't wake up to your cheer

And you are so full of fear

If lifeless and numb on my bed I lay

With so much left to say

A little longer I would have loved to stay

So much I wish I'd still be in the fray

If today never comes

And I haven't the time to bid you farewell

Don't you fret e'en when up your eyes well

If your heart is full of sorrow

And you feel the pain in the marrow

If you read my file and you are left with a burrow

I know, I surely know, it shall be well in the morrow

If today never comes

And I do not get the chance to write

Just know I have been called to rite

So many things I had within sight

Yet, here I am, with robes so white

Leaving behind the warmth of the night

And the embers you set alight

If today never comes

Please do not soak in tears for me brother

If I don't get to text in the morning

And you are deep in mourning

Once you have set up my tombstone

Inscribe the following words:-

'I lived and let die'

For my life has been fragile

And the wind has been taken off my sails

I have made friends and foes along the way

I have lived aplenty

And, I am finally tucked in the safety of eternity

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