Let me wish you all a good day,
Because in the future I will go away.
Let me say my fondest farewell,
The silence of dearh won't allow me to tell. 

Since I'm alive I will say goodbye.
For all I know tomorrow I may die.
There are those who think that's too bad,
But there are others who may be so glad. 

On the left are the ones who will cry,
While on the right are others who ask why?
In the middle is the rest of the crowd.
On top and below are some not so proud. 

There's no pride in hate for another.
But there's hope showing kindness to others.
You only get what you give in true fashion.
All will be lost if you lose that compassion. 

Like the words of a poet of yore,
Saying these things some some years before.
Death Be Not Proud ala John Donne,
And over me you will have not won. 

Although new creation may not come from me.
Whatever was written you yet can still see.
Unless of coarse you don't want to know,
How to turn bad into good things you sow.