If I should die before you do
Bury me in a suit of blue
Knowing well this as the truth
I would do the same for you

If we both go the same time
Crossing over that finish line
My hand in yours your hand in mine
Drawing deeply on the art of dying

Planting us in a field of green
A red sunset to highlight the scene
A yellow moon at night on which to dream
With a simple headstone for those to read

These two were poets in the best of times
Lived their lives inside the daily rhyme
And when the end did come both of them did find
The colorful pleasure in the art of dying