Death On A Sunday

• Georgia Mancini, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

I would like to die on a Sunday

Because nobody would care

The sun would shine, the birds would sing

I wouldn’t have to go to prayers


I wouldn’t have to sit in prews

Nor listen to the choir sing

I wouldn’t have to act, to fake

That I was happy to do these things


I would like to die on a Sunday

In my best dress of green

My hair done up, my face clear

Free of everyone and anything


I wouldn’t have to listen to the woman

In that big wide room and old chair

Who tells me it’s alright

Even if you just sit and stare


I would like to die on a Sunday

Because then I’d be with you

You promised me we’d be together

And now I’m staying true


I would like to die on a Sunday

Because then our vows doth new

Till death do us part as they say

Is the same as I love you