When I Die Poem by Christopher Tye

When I Die

There will be no mourners for me,
There will be no great service for me,
There will be no grand tomb for me to rest in,
There will be no grave in the churchyard for me.

For I will be as I was in life alone,
For I will rest in eternity where I belong,
My humble grave will be in my garden,
The one place that I feel I belong.

I shall be watched over by the trees I planted when I was young,
The trees will be my soul's ladder to heaven,
My bones shall forever stand guard over my little kingdom on earth,
My body shall rest for eternity alone as I was in life.

By Christopher Tye