How You Come To See Me When I Die. Poem by fanniesson -
How You Come To See Me When I Die.
How you come to see me when I die,
dressed in rags or sables;
tears flowing from your eyes.
Makes no mind to me.
For I'll be dead and can not see.
If you should come to see me on
display, as you look at me in that
mummified like way.
Make sure you'll be as comfortable,
as me, lying there.
And not overdressed, cause you
can't impress,
the dead by what you wear.
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