If I Die

What if I die during the night,
How would I feel tomorrow,
Would I be missed,
Would I be mourned,
Would people be filled with sorrow.

If I passed away quietly in my sleep,
What secrets would my corpse keep,
Tales of fun,
Tales of woe,
Tales better off if nobody knows.

If my soul gave up the ghost,
Would it find another host,
Will it reincarnate,
Or just dissipate,
To a place where old souls go.

If the Grim Reaper comes to me,
Would he let me look back and see,
The deeds I had done,
Battles lost and won,
Or would his scythe be swept with a heave.

When I'm gone from this earth,
I hoped to have proved my worth,
To family and friends,
Best wishes I'll send,
And patiently await my next birth.

Am I tempting fate with this somber verse,
Is it my destiny to be in a gleaming black hearse,
If there's no more poetry,
From Augustus,
I'll be in the sky using clouds as Opuss.