When you free yourself
Finally
From your casket
And find all your silver
has turned to tin

Find your dreams
They all have turned to dust
And your carcass is blowing in the wind

Will you know
There were days you could have arisen
There were days
you could have set yourself free

There were days
you could have redeemed your soul
There were days to have forgiven
your sins
11 Apr 2017
(M. N. R.)