Epitaph

Author: 
Merrit Malloy

When I die, Give what’s left of me away
To children And old me that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone
And give them What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better Than words Or sounds.
Look for me In the people I’ve known Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on in your eyes And not your mind.

You can love me most By letting Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go Of children That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die, People do.
So, when all that’s left of me Is love,
Give me away.

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