Write your obituaries,
The time has come,
You might not make it,
To the sun.

Say your prayers
And go to bed
Hope to wake
For the morning bread.

Believe you oar
Through the night
And take your boat
To the light.

Things you did
All your life
And what you couldn’t
Ran rife.

Your awry plans
And hurried leaves
Have left a hole
In your greaves.

Take a picture
With a smile
And be remembered
With a lie.

Rewrite again
The cause of death
The weight of dreams
On my breath.

Let no one know
The real you
Are we real?
Tell them true.

In a paragraph
Will you try to fit
All your deeds
That you ever did.

And hope for
A hero one day
To pick up the torch
From your grave

To pass it on
Where I belong
With my real crowd
All along.

And let them paint
With all my acts
A picture true
With all the cracks.

Then let me be at peace
In my sanctuary
And not with a smiling face
In my obituary.