Sonnet Sunday's: If I Should Die Tomorrow

If tomorrow I should die

What kind of tears would be shed

Would they be droplets of joy,

Or of sorrow that I’m dead

Life is too short for grudges,

And the anger that is fed

Through the hellfire and brimstone,

For the lowly man would tread

Choices that dwell in darkness,

Can’t we share our love instead

Thoughts of long lost love maintained,

Laying lonely in this bed

If tomorrow I should die,

Remember the things I said