Long hence, when lain in earthy pit
My life expired, and what of it?
Will mourners mumble platitudes
And will my will spark family feuds
Will prayers be sung in falt’ring voice
Will chosen words reflect MY choice
Will friends acclaim me, God forbid
(In living days that never did!)
And will my tombstone’s graven lines
Be in accord with my designs
I have no clue, and little care
Do what you want, I won’t be there!
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