I rest here
At your feet
And your only fear
Is that I might grow weed
Please, don’t step on my grave
And don’t you dare cry
Shut up and behave
As do I!
Here I rest
Nice and neat
It’s for the best
Of the flowers and the weed
(19th April 2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem........I wish to be cremated to save the decision.....Nice one. Sincerely, Mary