Each and every one of us
Would like to know for sure
When the time arrives to breathe our last
There’s more behind Death’s door
But yet it seems to me, so very plain,
That when my end is nigh,
There is no eternal grand design,
Just a tear and a wave goodbye.
I know that when I’m laid to rest,
‘neath England's noble sod,
There’ll be no brilliant light ahead,
No gate, no presiding God
Instead, I’ll play the gracious host
To a myriad of crawling friends,
Who didn’t appreciate me in life,
But will enjoy me to the end.
When the ‘Reaper’ finally knocks
and says my life is done,
Don’t bury my bones in brass and oak
Make mine a much simpler one.
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