When I’m Dead
When I’m dead
Which won’t be wrong
I want no flowers
No tender song
I want no funeral
A casket isn’t in need
I may prefer it
To lie in the weeds
Leave no gravestone
It is nothing I will see
Leave no markings
Just leave me
This poem was written/submitted by Justin Fitzpatrick.
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