When I die I must Wonder

A poem about what I think I will miss when I'm dead

When I die I must wonder what I'll miss most.

What will my spirit ponder as it turns to a ghost?

Will it be the beliefs in which I faithfully vowed? 

Or the luxuries in which I was never allowed? 

What about my ambitions from childhood to death?

Every single moment that took away my breath.

An instance of love the first girl to kiss me. 

But it's not what I'll miss it's "What will miss me?" 

Author's Note

Its an erie subject but I think walked a fine line between creepy and good.

Reviews

[CaptainWak]

I'm not sure there's really anything I can tell you that hasn't already been said. Instead of boring you with an inane message that bears little meaning, I'm going to just go straight to the review. All in all, nice job though. Unoriginality is the bane of my existence and this poem respects that.

[StacyPerry]

This makes you think......Thank you for sharing.

[Light]

what will be missed once you're in the afterlife? such a profound question but the answer is simple. you will be missed! lovely

[Sheila Kline]

And you think correctly..........pondering that which we all must consider at some point in our lives!

[Laureeann]

This is definatly on the border line of creepy but I think it's good, I like the way you wrote about it in a way that wasn't really dark.

[nono]

Very interesting. Everyone writes about death sooner or later, but I don't think that anyone has written about what they'll miss when they die. None that I've read. Very nice job. It's really interesting, and it all comes together.