Maya Angelou Death Poem
Maya Angelou loved herself, her body, her race, her past and present. That is how I missed her poems about death.
By: Maya Angelou
If today, I follow death
Go down its trackless wastes,
Salt in my tongue on hardened tears
For my precious dear times waste
Along that promised cave in a headlong
Have the grace
To mourn for me?
Book: Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water ‘fore I Diiie
Publisher: Random House New York