And I Die…Don’t Cry
If by a bear I’m attacked
On a gorgeous out and back
And I die…Don’t cry
If on the open road practicing skills
On my motorcycle for ultimate thrills
And I die…Don’t cry
If walking on a path through the woods
And an old tree and a breeze do me in good
And I die…Don’t cry
If playing around in a river’s water white
Filled with adrenaline and delight
I die… Don’t cry
If on my snowboard I hit the wrong edge
And careen off a steep ledge
And I die…Don’t cry
If bike, boat, boots or board was a part
of the stopping of my heart
When I Die… Don’t Cry
Take comfort that I was in my happy place
and would’ve chosen no other time and space
So I died? Don’t Cry!
But if while sitting in an office chair
In the foul blue glow of computer glare
I die…then, then you may cry.
A Picture and a Poem 