Not Afraid To Die
by Joan Estelle High
©1994 

Then I would be free to roam the world to see what I could see.
Or stay at home and read a book, if that's what interested me.
No clumsy body of flesh and bone to hold me to the ground.
I'd swing like a monkey in the trees, no need to walk around.

Visit Monks in old Tibet, see the Dali Lama if he is in town.
Could seek the wisdom of the past and walk on holy ground.
Join the crowd in Times Square and watch the ball go down.
Then when Spring dawns green, I would be southward bound.

Faster than the speeding light, quicker than the speed of sound.
New Orleans, goddess of the night, can be my Spring time town.
She oh so gaily beckons  us and she is dressed up for the fair.
I would ride upon their spangled floats and never have a care.

Next to Ancient Egypt, I'll go to see the palace of the kings.
Study the Pyramids and Sphinx and do lots of other things.
I want to sleep beneath the desert stars, in this land far away.
Ponder about those who lived before, where they are today.

If you should hear, that I have died, please don't grieve for me.
I will be out there, having a ball when at last my soul's set free.