Don’t Weep For Me

Here I lay in bed the throes of death dance round my head. Don’t weep for me when I am dead, because all you will see is just the husk of me. I will be gone to somewhere else, although they have not told me yet. It could be somewhere hot so I can burn my toes. It could be somewhere cold so it will freeze my nose. Then again it could be somewhere in between where the air is clean. They say that is quite nice, a sort of paradise. So when I am dead, don’t weep for me. You can take the husk and do what you will. You can burn or bury it deep, which will give the worms something to eat. You can put me a cardboard box if you are that way incline, I really do not mind, for I will already be gone from there. To where that is anyone’s guess, they have not told me yet. When I get there, I won’t be coming back. No one ever does from there, except to haunt those who have done me wrong, and then only until the day they to are gone. I guess it is time to sat goodbye. Just remember what I said, don’t weep for me when I am dead. 2 July 2007