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Please do not weep for me and waste your tears.
Write not my name on honor rolls of fame to
crumble with man’s memory through the years.
Wear no dark clothes; speak in no saddened voice,
seeking rare virtues which didn’t exist. I ask one
thing –
that in still, far-off days, someone who knew me
should in their daily rounds, suddenly pause,
caught by some sight or sound, some glance, some
phrase, some trick of memory’s ways which
brings me to mind, then I shall wait, - eager with
hope, perhaps, to hear how great if he were with us
still!” And then at the end, all that I wish for is
just – “he was my friend!”
Write not my name on honor rolls of fame to
crumble with man’s memory through the years.
Wear no dark clothes; speak in no saddened voice,
seeking rare virtues which didn’t exist. I ask one
thing –
that in still, far-off days, someone who knew me
should in their daily rounds, suddenly pause,
caught by some sight or sound, some glance, some
phrase, some trick of memory’s ways which
brings me to mind, then I shall wait, - eager with
hope, perhaps, to hear how great if he were with us
still!” And then at the end, all that I wish for is
just – “he was my friend!”