Iterred in a mausoleum don't let me be
Nor in a metal box lay the remains of me
Be buried underground, six feet it is too deep
Only a shallow grave is what for me I wish
So I can go to dust whereto I should return
And again of nature a part I will become
Feed and nourish even the weeds and lowly grass
Be of use and value, which I was not in life
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Be of use and value. Feed and nourish even the weeds and lowly grass. Death is mysterious but truth. An amazing poem is shared.10