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Make mine a much simpler one.




Each and every one of us

Would like to know for sure

When the time arrives to breathe our last

There’s more behind Death’s door


But yet it seems to me, so very plain,

That when my end is nigh,

There is no eternal grand design,

Just a tear and a wave goodbye.


I know that when I’m laid to rest,

‘neath England's noble sod,

There’ll be no brilliant light ahead,

No gate, no presiding God


Instead, I’ll play the gracious host

To a myriad of crawling friends,

Who didn’t appreciate me in life,

But will enjoy me to the end.


When the ‘Reaper’ finally knocks

and says my life is done,

Don’t bury my bones in brass and oak

Make mine a much simpler one.


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