SMILE

“I have died at the ripe age of twenty.
Smile, for the world didn’t get a chance to disappoint me.

I have died at the mature age of ninety.
Smile, for my life was more than satisfying.

I have died suddenly — out of the blue.
Smile, for I didn’t have to fall ill before you.

I have died from a long illness.
Smile, for I had the chance to say goodbye.

I did not want to leave this Earth.
But smile, for I am still here among you.

Why are you crying?
Can you not see I am smiling?”

Kamand Kojouri


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