The day i died
i saw my body;
lifeless
in a wooden coffin;
uncomfortable
i saw the mourners,
hired and otherwise
very tearless and unsorrowful much.
They did not weep at my funeral.
They speechified over my dead body at the cemetary,
they spoke of a man who had lived his life.i agreed with them of course.
Before i died, i lived.
I loved and lied,
had a lot of sweethearts and was a sweetened people myself.
Broke many a hearts and got mine bruised.
Went places and said goodbyes.
Forgave.
Caution i threw to the wind.
Regreted a lot many things but never let my past meet my future.
Made a lot of friends and mistakes.
Ate candy,
slept late.
experienced a lot many things.
Did a lot.
Lived a lot
I told them as i lay on my deathbed,
do not weep at my funeral for behold before i died i lived.
Tafadzwa Jacha
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