When I Am Dead and Gone
Life is like a red umbrella
dancing in the sweet blue rain or
running through the deepest puddle
Lord, offer thee, just a few things,
white robe or gown, for
My trip to heaven,
When I am dead and gone
Please, do not bring me
flowers I cannot smell,
red roses I cannot see,
a world, I cannot touch,
just keep on living,
In this earthy-place, when
I am dead and gone
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2008
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