*Don't cry at my funeral;
It won't be a sad occasion.
Remember me, instead, happily.*
He says with mild persuasion.
He calls her name, and she returns;
Humming their song, hiding concern,
He holds her hand, and says three words;
It's then to tears she turns.
It's not your funeral yet, old man. I'm allowed to cry.
He puts her hand above his heart, and says,
Then why aren't I allowed to die?
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
*Don't cry at my funeral;
It won't be a sad occasion.
Remember me, instead, happily.*
He says with mild persuasion.
He calls her name, and she returns;
Humming their song, hiding concern,
He holds her hand, and says three words;
It's then to tears she turns.
It's not your funeral yet, old man. I'm allowed to cry.
He puts her hand above his heart, and says,
Then why aren't I allowed to die?