When I die,
I’d like to be buried in my PJ’s
For I will not be dead
Forever lives the things I did,
And all the things I said,
I will still be quite alive, I will linger
In the grass you picnic on,
In the dust upon your finger
And so my body, buried,
It is sleeping,
But I’m not gone.
So put me in my pyjamas,
Because forever, I’ll live on.
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 1:01 PM UTC
When I die,
I’d like to be buried in my PJ’s
For I will not be dead
Forever lives the things I did,
And all the things I said,
I will still be quite alive, I will linger
In the grass you picnic on,
In the dust upon your finger
And so my body, buried,
It is sleeping,
But I’m not gone.
So put me in my pyjamas,
Because forever, I’ll live on.
Jelisa Jeffery © 2010
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