Here He Lies Who Was A Man Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Can I write something for my grave?
I'm neither a coward nor too brave,
I'm neither too good nor too bad,
Sometimes gloomy sometimes glad,
Casually I lie but mostly truthful,
Deceived only me that I'm youthful,
May be a sinner but not a beast,
Naughty one, but a lover at least,
Engrave my children if you can,
Here he lies who was a man.

Being INSPIRED BY
(Robert Louis Stevenson: 'Here he lies where he longed to be'
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me;
'Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.')