A Hearse Goes By

　　Too late till I see
　　A hearse goes by
　　On 278 West near Bulls Head
　　I could not even recollect
　　The emergency light
　　And who was ahead

　　Hit the brakes
　　Or hit the gas?
　　I uneasily hesitate
　　And how much difference that makes
　　Between my life and the death

　　Through the windows I saw the casket
　　And flowers yellow, purple and red
　　Sky is far, clouds are white
　　Winds are as light as they can get
　　I felt my heart heavy
　　Just like the casket along my side

　　Do we have the same destination ahead?
　　The whole world become so quiet
　　A bit blue, and a bit sad
　　I never thought this much about death
　　Till a hearse goes by

　　(Apr.18, 2015)

I'm no poet and know nothing about writing poems for that matter, but I like it! How about changing "Between my life and the death" to "Between my life and those that will never wake"?