Father
01-07-2010, 10:01 PM
Bury me in the spring
When all the world’s in bloom
And cherry blossoms fall like snow
Neath the mantel of the moon
Weeping should be disallowed
Only the happy countenance here
For if you gather to remember me
Cast off the wayward tear
This is a celebration
Of what was, not what’s to come
And laughter should outweigh the tears
When our time on earth is done
Regardless of what we think we know
Funerals are for the living
As for those of us already dead
No secrets are we giving
So remember me in the days to come
With laughter when the fog is thick
For I’ve written upon my tombstone
“I told you I was sick”
When all the world’s in bloom
And cherry blossoms fall like snow
Neath the mantel of the moon
Weeping should be disallowed
Only the happy countenance here
For if you gather to remember me
Cast off the wayward tear
This is a celebration
Of what was, not what’s to come
And laughter should outweigh the tears
When our time on earth is done
Regardless of what we think we know
Funerals are for the living
As for those of us already dead
No secrets are we giving
So remember me in the days to come
With laughter when the fog is thick
For I’ve written upon my tombstone
“I told you I was sick”