I BELIEVE

Don B. Landing

 

It does not matter when I go,

          Nor how nor why.

Each day a million roses blow,

          A million die.

For every bird that lives to sing,

          A song is stilled.

I go…a brief remembering…

          My place is filled.

I’ll live and love and dine and drink

          The while I may

And when my number’s called, I Think

          I’ll say “O. K.