While I’m still alive

Guy Gael Ingabire

 

I live in the world but I seem to be like a tree,

In front of people, I’m like a habit like I’m about to expire,

But the astonishing is when people will be crying about my death,

While I’m still alive make me smile for after I’ll make you cry.

 

While I’m alive, you always insult me, avoid me,

But when I’ll be dead you ‘ll be saying to me that you loved me,

People of the world like to be nice to dead ones instead of livings,

While I’m still alive, be good to me so that you won’t lie about me after. 

 

While I’m still alive, you love me but you don’t tell me, 

While I’m still alive, you hate me but you don’t tell me,

All emotions or feelings are for living people not for dead ones,  

So, while I’m still alive, take your time to tell me the truth not when I’ll be dead.

 

While I’m still alive, tell me, give me or share me all you want while you can,

For there will be a time that you’ll not be able to do to me all that,

  You have many wishes for me but you have a short time,

Even if you say without doing, you’ll be thanked for livings are good listeners.

 

The sentence ‘’If I had done this’’ is often used by inept guys,

So, if you’re clever do things you’re able to do and finish them,

If you really love someone don’t search to be apologetic on his burial day,

But be the one saying ‘’I’m proud of having done great things to him before his death’’

 

I love you all that’s why while you’re still alive I’m telling you that I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

  • Author: IGG (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2025 09:47
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of the hypocrisy of life and the living. Well said and honesty seems to be the issue. People are simply not honest only with the dead.

  • Poetic Licence

    A lovely write about the two faced society we live in, always why people only say good things at funerals even for horrible people, enjoyed the read



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