Will This Be?

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Will this be the year that I die?

Should I keep on going or not even try?

A year can be long until it’s your last one,

When you think of things you wish you had done.

It all goes so fast and nothing can last,

How I dread the year that I die.

Arriverderci—adieu—au revoir,

Goodbye—so long—goodbye.

Will this be the month that I die?

Should I try to slow down or just let it fly?

A month isn’t much when you come to the end,

There’s too much to say and wrongs to amend.

There’s too many fears and not enough tears,

How I scorn the month that I die.

Hasta la vista—farvel—ramas bun,

Goodbye—so long—goodbye.

Will this be the week that I die?

Will time pass by me in the blink of an eye?

A week is nothing when you want so much more,

Time has grown short with little to hope for.

The clock keeps ticking while I keep kicking,

As I spurn the week that I die.

Nasvidenje—doei—ha det bra,

Goodbye—so long—goodbye.

Will this be the day that I die?

I’m doing my best not to break down and cry.

Life is the hardest when it starts winding down,

Try as you might no more time can be found.

The life that you knew is over and through,

How I loathe the day that I die.

Do zobaczenia—hade—tot weersiens

Goodbye—so long—goodbye.

Will this be the hour I die?

Will I be heaven bound or destined to fry?

Or will I blink away to nothing at all?

With so little time I’ll try to stand tall.

I’ll cover my fears with watery tears,

How I hate the hour I die.

La revedere—hejda—a demain

Goodbye—so long—goodbye.

Will this be the minute I die?

So long—so long.

Will this be the second I die?

Goodbye.

Copyright ©2014 by Jerry W. Crews