Poetry In Progress

What happens to me when I die?
in perpetual darkness do I lie?

or do I get to try once more
equipped with lessons learned before

in hope that this time I will be
a better man for all to see

a kinder man with bigger heart
than went before this second start

more patient that I was in before
no longer tired, no longer sore

with slate wiped clean reborn anew
no memories of me or you

if that is all that dying holds
I will not fear this coming cold

nor chills that wake me in the night
as ‘gainst this ill I lose my fight

once born again I long to see
if I can be a better me.