by Lucy M. Young
If I should die tonight don't grieve for me;
Just thank the Lord I'm finally at peace,
Free of pain and sadness,
My heart no longer seeking lasting happiness.
I have enjoyed my life as best I could
In spite of daily put-downs and complaints
About my failure to fulfill my duties
Satisfactorily.
I've tried so hard to please,
To be and do what was expected of me.
Perhaps I've tried too hard to fit myself into the mold
Of what I ought to be,
Ignoring what I am.
But I have failed to fit that ideal image
For I am all too human.
Life passed me by while I was trying to conform,
So now I feel that death can't be more disappointing
Than my wasted life has been.
Now once again I say
Don't grieve for me.
Rejoice that I may rest in peace at last.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 