Do Not Grieve. - Poem by Bernard Shaw
Do not grieve when I pass away,
Remember it is but another stop upon my way.
On my way to a better existence.
That has always beckoned me from a distance.
It is a threshold that we all must cross,
Know that my passing is not a loss.
I will ascend to a temple of learning,
That my soul has been forever yearning.
Knowledge I will gain that man does not know,
So do not grieve at this my funeral below.
Be cheerful at my open grave this day,
Send me off with good wishes that is all I pray.
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