Dress me in silk when I lay down <br />and make my bedding red <br />three coffins one inside of each <br />of elm and oak and lead <br /> <br />Place me high upon the cart <br />high as the horses head <br />and walk with me through cobbled streets <br />to let your grief be fed <br /> <br />And sing for me and pray for me <br />but please don't be misled <br />I am fine and I am well <br />although my bodys dead <br /> <br />Remember me I bid you well <br />rejoice in all I said <br />be happy and be fond of me <br />I loved the life I led <br /> <br />I loved you all I really did <br /> <br />but this is not the end <br />it's only momentary <br />untill we meet again.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untill-we-meet-again/
