When I Die
written by: Clive La Pensée
When I die
Let me know I opposed the friction of wicked men
And lashes on soft flesh.
Tell me I hated the squalor we gave our children
And the carnality that took their innocence.
When I die
Tell me bees have conquered nicotinoids
And the homeless rejected cold steps and charity
Tell me politicians are empty of lies
And the sea of polyethylene.
When I die
Tell me Africa is not our font of whores
And bankers embrace responsibility.
Tell me my poetry can change the world
And let another writer die with his vanity.
Fifty years ago, Clive began writing about the history of beer where he became a world authority, but the call of his imagination soon took him to literature and poetry, then blogs. It is a general truism that as you get older you get shorter, physically and in one's thoughts so finding Spillwords.com for poetry and flash fiction is a bargain. His three novels and five poetry books are available through Amazon and Goodnovel.
Latest posts by Clive La Pensée (see all)
- When I Die - January 28, 2026
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