The Day You Died

Nobody wants to die alone
Nor talking on the telephone
You want a hand in your hand
When you make your final stand

Nobody wants to die this way
Leaving a family with bills to pay
You want them to be safe and well
When you hear that final bell

Nobody wants to die like this
Covered in vomit and stinking of piss
People who party till they die,
Suffer a tragic final high

You don’t want to die without a fight
A gun in your gut some fateful night
You want to know that you tried
Even if it’s the day that you died

About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. His poetry collection, Poems of the Introverted Yogi is now available on Amazon. He teaches yoga, with a specialization in pranayama, and holds a RYT500 certification. For most of his adult life, he practiced martial arts, including: Kobudo, Muay Thai, Kalaripayattu, and Taiji. He is a world traveler, having visited more than 40 countries around the globe.
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