When I find death.
I wish my body to be broken as a car wrapped around a tree.
My hands torn and callused.
My mind however clean and free as a breath of fresh air.
When we stand under that great oak tree and watch the earth pile over my body I will only require a few words.
I want him to say I was great.
I want him to say I made the earth itself a better place.
I want him to say you did as much as you could with the time I have given you.
When I die.
I would like to sleep easy.
To know I did all I could with all I have been given.
To know I made an imperfect world a little bit better.
About the Creator
Brier
Im a drunk steel worker from Wisconsin that enjoys writing. Currently working on my first novel and doing some short stories in the mean time.
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