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Don't come, do not come
Do not come to my funeral
Do not come to my burial
Stay home in a quiet room
To read my God-given poems
Be inspired and turn them into songs.

You were absent in my life
When I was ill, well and alive
You were away, far from my strife
Finally, Peace is my beautiful wife
She and I do not want to be disturbed
We want to be left alone on the curb.

Do not come to waste your time
You have better things to do right now
Gas is too expensive, do not waste a dime
Dry cleaning is not cheap, respect my vow
Do not come to my funeral
Do not come to my burial.

I will invite strangers, poets, and thinkers
I'll welcome priests, imams and some good pastors
The ceremony will take place fifty years from now
Most people who are alive today will be gone
I know. You probably ponder and wonder how
Oh! If I reveal the secret, I will not be forgiven.

Do not kill the flowers, bring me your smile
Send me your letters and blow a few kisses
Do not shed a tear, come happy with style
Sing me a few songs, and play some nice pieces
Only strangers will be invited at my funeral
Only thinkers will be welcome to my burial.

Hebert Logerie Tuesday, December 15, 2015

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