Don'T Worry About Me
Don't Worry About Me
Don't worry about me,
I'm dead, you see.
You can pray to the saints,
and you can pray to Mary,
but I'm dead, you see.
You can look for me
reincarnated as a monkey in a tree,
but I'm dead, you see.
You can look for me in the sky,
or you can look for me deep in the sea,
but I'm dead, you see.
All that I possessed were left behind.
even my associates, friends, and family.
To all here on earth, I am dead, you see.
You can look, and look, and look
from here to eternity.
There is nothing to see.
Your search is like polishing glass with a sheet of emery.
So, cherish what is dear, and here, and not history.
Learn to spend time with me now. Be with me.
Love me, talk to me... and go for a walk with me,
because there will be a time when I will no longer be.
So, please, please, please try to see.
all that you pursue in this world is just temporary.
Learn to forgive and forget conformity.
Invest in love, and put away false charity.
So when I die, you will not cry for the loss of me,
but look fondly back... with a smile...
and have many, many, many, fond memories,
knowing I am with my Lord, Jesus Christ... His majesty.
by Martin Braun
August 27, 2023
A poem for my daughter.
Copyright © Martin Braun | Year Posted 2023
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