If I am to die today to live last hour and pass away to end a gift I did receive a chance at pain and joy and greed. Then the thoughts inside my head would die my secrets, loves, my thoughts and lies. And that is why I'm writing this a poem to express my wish to let you know the things you shouldn't so when I die my life it wouldn't. My life would live in knowledge kept in things that others wouldn't let people know about their lives their secrets, loves, their thoughts and lies.
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth someone once said to try and sooth the truth they hid from all the rest who ignore the art, who aren't impressed. You see poetry is more the art of uniting truth with what's in heart, be that pleasure, pain, pride or glory it's all expressed in one short story. Such as this about my thoughts for when I die I think I ought to let you know my boring story about my pleasure, pain and glory.
The problem is you see I can't find a story to enchant that does not lie, distort the truth that would not make a better youth. For now I've realised if I die today, tomorrow I'd have to lie to be remembered, kept it thought, that's something I was never taught. At last I know what I'm to do to be remembered, and be true I'd have to tell you things I shouldn't so when I die my life it wouldn't be forgotten, as with rest; I'd be at peace, completed quest.