There was a dead fly in my
Bathroom this morning
I wondered whether he died a true fly's death?
Was the manner in which he left this world the manner in which he wanted to?
Did he go quietly and softly, with soft remembrance of the world he once knew...
His eyes shining with that last stare glaze
Were his last moments of utter serenity?
Did he see flashbacks of the best days he knew...
When he met the girl of his dreams and the fondness that grew?

Did he die a true man's death?
Or was it fatal and crashed down at him at once?
Did he remember anything or did he just go?

Oh, my dear
I ponder your sweet grave on the basin
Were you proud?
Did you know where you were going?
Oh, my...
Did you die a true, brave fly's death?