When I die,
Cry not your heart out
Nor weep any tears at my grave
I will not see you, cry for me now.
When I die,
Wear no sorrows or regrets
And bear neither grief nor pain on account of me
I will be singing Hallelujahs.
When I die,
Do not come dressed in fancy clothes
Smelling like a thousand lavenders
I can not admire you then, dress for me today.
When I die,
Read me no long tributes,
And compose me no epic verses
I will not hear you, praise me today.
When I die,
Put me quietly in my grave
Give your money to the poor
And your tears to the oppressed
And leave me in peace and quiet to rest.
When I die, Wear no sorrows or regrets Bear neither grief nor pain on account of me I will be singing Hallelujahs..... What a bold writing...... thinking of one's own death and writing about it..... very fine dear poet. tony
You are a real poet and give something to other people that cannot be measured in money.
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A fine and lofty verse beautifully conceived and elegantly brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.