A Beautiful Day

It helps me to look forward to the day
When there is nothing left to do but die
When gone will be responsibilities
Perhaps immobile in the bed I’ll lay
As those still bound do stand around and cry
But I, though nearly dead, will not shed tears
Of course, expect that I will house regrets
Conflicts left unresolved within the hive
And though I hope these dreams will hedge my bets
For what can be while I am still alive
There is no calling left to dying’s day
Can stress a man, nor stand in freedom’s way.