director of your last day
A few days ago I thought I’d die,
a movie of memories was passing by.
I gasped for breath
as I wasn’t ready to meet death.
I didn’t want to go to this irresistible light
because it didn’t feel right.
Would it be strange
if you would arrange
your own death
and being the director of your last day
so that you can choose the songs on your funeral to play.
Once God will cut my thread of life
and I can’t win this battle or strife.
I want to choose my dying day,
decide when I want to go away.
Don’t want to finish my life with pain
or having Alzheimer and getting slowly insane.
Would it be strange
if you would arrange
your own death
and being the director of your last day
so that you can choose the songs on your funeral to play.
a movie of memories was passing by.
I gasped for breath
as I wasn’t ready to meet death.
I didn’t want to go to this irresistible light
because it didn’t feel right.
Would it be strange
if you would arrange
your own death
and being the director of your last day
so that you can choose the songs on your funeral to play.
Once God will cut my thread of life
and I can’t win this battle or strife.
I want to choose my dying day,
decide when I want to go away.
Don’t want to finish my life with pain
or having Alzheimer and getting slowly insane.
Would it be strange
if you would arrange
your own death
and being the director of your last day
so that you can choose the songs on your funeral to play.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Beautiful*Broken: | Dinsdag, januari 16, 2007 21:12 |
| even stil erg mooi , ind beter dood dan alsheimer vind ik vele liefs BB (sry kweet nix zinnigs te zeggen) |
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| yellow: | Dinsdag, januari 16, 2007 06:33 |
| tzou nog beter zijn als je bleef leven in goede gezondheid en oneindig lang, dan moesten we niets regelen. groetjes Y. |
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| Auteur: MG Poetry | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maria | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 januari 2007 | ||
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