Don’t light a candle for me when I’ve gone
Nor dwell on my death with a grief long drawn
Not Christmas or birthdays or anytime
Life is short, live it well as the years’ climb
Don’t visit my grave to remember me
In morbid cemeteries I won’t be
I’ll be hanging out in happy places
So mop up those tears from solemn faces
Don’t worry if your memories sometimes fade
My garden’s still blooming with seeds I laid
Look at what my time on earth still creates
There’s copied customs and family traits
I’m there in the way my boy’s kind and cares
and when a child I worked with can now share
or when my best girls laugh about our past
just remember in life I had a blast.
Don’t schedule in your time to think of me
No time for that, enjoy and be carefree
Was never one for a solemn meeting
Put your stamp on life – it is so fleeting
Don’t light a candle for me now I’ve gone
You’re wasting precious time – so move right on
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