When all my days are numbered,
And I'm gone and out of sight,
My body like an unused costume,
No longer holding in my light,
Don't look down in sorrow,
Look to the sky above,
And remember all my good bits,
The good times and the love,
Lay me down among the bluebells,
Let the sun rays warm my chest,
But remember me with laughter,
All the things you liked the best,
My life, it weaved a story,
Laced with wisdom, love and heart,
Now the story's yours for telling,
So please keep alive my part,
Remember me with feeling,
Tell tales of all my lore,
Be grateful for my company,
And I'll live forever more.
- Poet Unknown
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