A lot of people I know have been infected with Corona in this second wave. Almost everyone in this part of the world knew someone who succumbed to Corona. Everything is so unpredictable. I am not suicidal or depressed but I was in a rather pensive mood and was contemplating the possibilities. Better to be prepared, eh? Just like we have nominations for investments, buy insurance policies, make a will etc. I don’t wish to say goodbye just yet. But, who has seen tomorrow? Anyway, I kept playing this song while writing and I still remember the first time it played years ago, it made me ruminate even then, and every single time I heard it. It’s such a beautiful song. I highly recommend it.
If I Die Young… – Ruelha
If I die young. And my words remain unsung. Confused what you should do. Let me make it easy for you. I pay an annual subscription. To host all that I've written. Please don't erase my poetry. It meant everything to me. Please let my blog be. Like lifeless potpourri. Filled with flowers that didn't die. Even though I'll be away in the sky. Sometimes when you're dead, people start listening. Maybe my voice will echo in the ears of those with whom I'm speaking. Let this be a part of my legacy. Entwined in the letters of fantasy. If I die young. And my words remain unsung. Confused what you should do. Let me make it easy for you. Don't mourn for me. Because my spirit will be free. If you choose to pay homage, Come ye all as a colourful collage. Colours represent freedom to me. I'll be diving into that divine sea. Clothe me in dark green, any shade of pink or bright mango yellow. Let it be known unto all, my true personality was never mellow. Don't use cloth or a pillow to raise my head. Instead, lay my twenty year old Bible in my perpetual bed. Let me have my final rites in the city of my ancestors. But in all sincerity, a funeral or epitaph wouldn't really matter. It's just a preference, but even if it weren't feasible. For whatever reason, if my corpse were irretrievable. If I die young. And my words remain unsung. Confused what you should do. Let me make it easy for you. If my resources permit, please sponsor an underprivileged baby girl. Commencing with the beginning of her life till she becomes an adult pearl. Distribute a few Dairy Milks to underprivileged toddlers. That still remains one of my favourite chocolates life offered. From the things that I truly own, my eyes have been my most noted feature. I really don't know how I was born with blue, but they changed colour. Up until now, I have perfect eyesight and six by six vision. Please let someone have my eyes and the gift of sight, that would be my decision. And since I have very long hair. I'd like to make a wig with a cancer patient to share. And if my organs can be harvested and be put to use, Let them be removed and taken; please don't refuse. If I die young. And my words remain unsung. Confused what you should do. Let me make it easy for you. Don't waste your money on a single flower. Just let this frame hug me like a prayer. Reminding me that I lived and truly loved. Along with me, upon it let mud be shoved. And if you join my hands and hold them with rosary beads. A photograph of my family in between them, I plead. And if none of this were possible, it's still okay. Because it wouldn't matter and I'd be far away. But if I were given the opportunity, And you were made to listen to my homily. Reach out to one another; before religion comes humanity. Spread joy, peace and love; mankind needs it so badly.
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Lyrics of the original song by The Band Perry
If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song Oh-oh, oh-oh Lord, make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby The sharp knife of a short life Well, I've had just enough time If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song The sharp knife of a short life Well, I've had just enough time And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger I've never known the lovin' of a man But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever Who would have thought forever could be severed by The sharp knife of a short life Well, I've had just enough time So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls What I never did is done A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar They're worth so much more after I'm a goner And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singin' Funny when you're dead, how people start listenin' If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song Oh-oh, oh-oh The ballad of a dove Go with peace and love Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh The sharp knife of a short life Well, I've had just enough time So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls