Don’t Light a Candle

Don’t light a candle for me when I’ve gone

Nor dwell on my death with a grief long drawn

Not Christmas or birthdays or anytime

Life is short, live it well as the years’ climb

 

Don’t visit my grave to remember me

In morbid cemeteries I won’t be

I’ll be hanging out in happy places

So mop up those tears from solemn faces

 

Don’t worry if your memories sometimes fade

My garden’s still blooming with seeds I laid

Look at what my time on earth still creates

There’s copied customs and family traits

 

I’m there in the way my boy’s kind and cares

and when a child I worked with can now share

or when my best girls laugh about our past

just remember in life I had a blast.

 

Don’t schedule in your time to think of me

No time for that, enjoy and be carefree

Was never one for a solemn meeting

Put your stamp on life – it is so fleeting

 

Don’t light a candle for me now I’ve gone

You’re wasting precious time – so move right on

 

 

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