And before I die, on last request
Do not stand on my buried earth..
Do not ask, how I was in my last days..
Don’t break glass in my honor..
Don’t talk of me in joyful memory..
Don’t shake hands of old acquaintance..
Don’t dress in the finest silk..
Do not mourn my
Do not collect silver to bury me..
Don’t sit in silent wonder..
Don’t cuddle in condolence..
Don’t ask the priest for last rites..
Don’t speak well of me in eulogy..
Don’t write list of stranger’s names on
Do not bring pretence to my burial..
I want no tears from the crocodile
It is my last right to be