When I die

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When I die,
Cry not your heart out
Nor weep any tears upon my grave
I will not see you, cry for me now.

When I die,
Wear no sorrows or regrets
And bear neither grief nor pain on account of me
I will be singing Hallelujahs.

Read: Village Boy Impressions - Why Ever Do We Dream

When I die,
Do not come dressed in fancy clothes
Smelling like a thousand lavenders
I cannot admire you then, dress for me today.

When I die, 
Read me no long tributes, 
And compose me no epic verses 
I will not hear you, praise me today.

Read: Village Boy Impressions - The House in Balansa

When I die, 
Put me quietly in my grave 
Give your money to the poor 
And your tears to the oppressed 
And leave me in peace and quiet to rest.

Read: Village Boy Impressions - Bird Scaring 


Comments

  1. Obaekobi Maamle Amiteye7:20 pm, February 01, 2018

    Exactly the point! We must not wait till we lose our loved ones ones before we try hard to prove that they meant so much to us. Let the drama cease!

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    1. John Akanvariyuei Agandin8:09 pm, February 01, 2018

      It's a sad drama my sister. We love corpses more than living souls! Twisted minds!

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  2. Unknown7:55 pm, February 01, 2018

    Good one! Put me quietly in my grave. Give your money to the poor and your tears to the oppressed.

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  3. Anonymous11:01 pm, February 01, 2018

    Nice piece Oblong. Sums up our society. My funeral will be by invitation.

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    1. John Akanvariyuei Agandin4:02 am, February 02, 2018

      Hahaha!!! Oblong! I suppose you will be handing out the cards from your grave right?

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    2. Anonymous12:19 am, February 06, 2018

      lol. No need for that. That's what lawyers are for. :)

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    3. John Akanvariyuei Agandin5:22 pm, February 06, 2018

      Hahaha!!!

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