When you are dying
And a lot of
people
Feel like crying
You know you got
it made
You be proud you
lived
A life not in vain
Be happy you
succeeded
In making less of
Others’ pain
When it’s time to
go
And people don’t
want you to
Know and rejoice
You have truly
lived
A full and
satisfying life
Such as one craved
for
By even saints
like
Buddha and Jesus
Christ
Yes, rejoice.
Rejoice.
Tell us sinners
too
As well as stupid
men
How we can also
die
Yet make many cry
Oh, so you told no
lie?
Oh, so you gave
aid
Where you could?
Oh, so you always
lived
Each minute at a
time?
Is that all you
did
To live a life so
revered?
Is that all you
did?
Did you not also
feed
Those hungry and
forsaken men?
Did you also not
heed
Teachings of
saintly men?
Did you also not
weep
At others’ misery
and grief?
Small wonder then
Even the strongest
shed a tear
Beside your
funeral pyre
No wonder then
Even the bravest
man wailed
And rosiest of
woman paled
When time stopped
To allow your
tireless heart
Take its deserved
rest.
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