Don’t Wait – A Poem About Living Regret Free

And About Honoring People Now, Not At Their Funerals

     
When I am dead, forget me friend,
     For I shall never know
If o’er my cold and lifeless form
     your bitter tears do flow.
That, eloquent with praise, you voice
     the debt you owe the dead,
Or with fine phrases speak of love
     oh, speak them now instead.
 
What saints we are when we lie dead
     but what’s the use to me
of flowers heaped upon my grave
     for other eyes to see?
When living, one sweet word of praise
     by some kind brother said,
Is worth a thousand epitaphs
     so, speak them now instead.
 
— author unknown
 

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