Saturday, 17 March 2018

NEVER BEEN

Stand not by my grave to weep
I'm not there; have never been
For my dying days, don't save dismay 
A bit of death is crouching each day

Spend a share of your time with me
For that is all that I will ever need
Let our plans be not all we make
Plainly in sync with the worldly parade

To give, I have this day for you
Tomorrow we'll be what we didn't know
And even though there's a silver cloud
But skies look better thundering aloud

Hence, as honestly as men can be
I pray to you most solemnly
Stand not by my grave to weep
I'm not there; have never been

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