If I should die before the rest of you,
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.
Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must,
Parting is hell.
But life goes on,
So........ sing as well.
A good friend of me, Jan Bremen, dyed and on his memory leaflet was this poem. I was typical about his opinion of himself, a modest and very nice and funny colleage. I love this little poem, because it gives me an drive to go on with my life, even if you loose dear family and friends. And I love singing ebryday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice poem : )