Dead and Gone
When I am dead and
six feet under,
please don’t bring me
flowers I can not smell,
red roses I can not see or
stems I can not touch
Well, don’t let your
left hand know what your
right hand is doing and...
everything will be all right
When I am dead and gone,
just keep on living, because
life is like a red balloon
on a string and sailing
gently on a gust of wind
Posted By: Gregory W Golden Dated 8 Oct 2006
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2006
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