Epitaph

And when I die, don’t let me perish,

Remember all my lively days,

Within your heart forever cherish,

The memories of my lovely ways.

When I return in form of spirit,

And whisper words against your ear,

Do not pretend you didn’t hear it,

Do not deny that I am near.

For in my life I saw it clearly,

My body soon would rest below,

The flesh eventually grows weary,

But not the everlasting soul.