when i die,
i refuse to be a nameless grave
marked by a chunk of stone
in the earth
when i die,
i want flowers to be planted
over where i lay
so new life may grow from me
when i die,
i wish to be neat and pretty
a contrast to how i've been in life
frenetic and disorganised
when i die,
will i be remembered?
or will memories of me fade too soon?
and i will turn to dust
we will all slowly turn to dust
i do not wish for my life to be meaningless while i live it but if i do nothing of meaning in life, maybe my death can be full of meaning.