Come view my coffin with lichens and moss,
Come look upon my corpse one final time,
My coffin and I into the ground toss;
I heave my last breath for the final time.

Please do not weep for me when I am dead,
And you shall no longer see my fair face,
Please do not cry for me please smile instead;
And do not bring me flowers or white lace.

I would rather have you smile than cry,
I enjoy smiles much better than your tears,
Don't cry even though I am going to die;
I hope everyone this poem hears.

Please do not cry upon my grey slate grave,
Then I should you from your deep sorrows save.

**~Marian~