A Fancy Glass
When my time has come, I will leave with a smile,
No sad goodbyes, it’s just not my style.
My time here on earth is full of love and light,
But when He calls me home, it will be all right.
A funeral, a service? No, I think I will pass,
Just have a drink on me, in a fancy glass.
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