If I die Young

If I die Young short poem

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If I die young, don’t cry, be happy
Think what I’d wish you’d be and go out and be
A short life I always had in mind
My time was enough to see
The world filled with love
The world that hated me
But that’s how it is
One time it’s good
Other times it’s bad
So if I die, don’t be sad
Be always, always happy instead
And don’t waste your tears on me
My life started out as a comedy but ended in a tragedy
The mind fooled and used as a tool
My heart played with like a ball
But don’t worry I was sent away with the words of a love song
In this short life I had enough time
And if I die young just bury me in a bed of roses
Throw me in the river and let me float
If I die young don’t mind
Brothers , sisters, mother, father
All of you don’t worry anymore
I will watch over all of you, I will guard you
Maybe I died young , but that’s to give all of you time
Time to think about what life is
And how funny it is
When you think about it
How everyone starts to listen when you die young.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Rain and Wind

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Srdjan Solkotovic

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Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
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