You know, it doesn’t hurt much when you are dead.
But then you do a lot of lying still.
You know, you don’t fear much when you are dead.
But perhaps there is no adventure left to thrill.
You know, you do not hunger much when you are dead.
But then you do not need to make a meal.
You know, your failures will not worry you when you are dead.
But then who will remember them anyway.
You know, you will not feel sorrow when you are dead.
But then you will not feel much happiness.
You know, you will not cry much when you are dead.
But then you will not see flowers in spring.
You know, you will not have heart break when you are dead.
But then you will not feel the joy of love.
I think perhaps I’ll live with the pain, hurt and sorrow;
as long as I may have the love.
David Garlick, Victoria, December, 1998
