By Maya Angelou
If today, I follow death
go down its trackless wastes,
salt my tongue on hardened tears
for my precious dear times waste
race
along that promised cave in a headlong
deadlong
haste,
Will you
have
the
grace
to mourn for
Me?
(This is one of my favorite poems by Maya Angelou. I thought it would be a good idea to put this poem here, as it is about death.)
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