Sand slips away from my hands as a reminder that I'll fade.
She never goes on vacation; hers is quite a deathless trade.
I wish I did not have to use any metaphors to explain all of this,
even if I do not believe in an afterlife, heaven or eternal bliss.
No euphemisms are needed when it is something so mundane,
For death should not be a taboo, we treat it with such disdain.
Life is such a sweet journey, so when I was born I took its train.
However I do not desire to hold on to it, what would I gain?
If my bones get worn-out and my muscles are shrivelled,
if the gears of my brain break down, just let it be quelled.
I do not want pills or surgery to live longer, but not happier.
Let it be, let me cope with it and do not mask what is evident.
It is brave to greet death; it is great to be kind and benevolent.
Someone sincere and loyal, that is how I want to remembered;
as someone who fought for the good and never surrendered.
We all know funerals are not for the dead, but for the living.
Those who loved you and love you need to bid you farewell.
Those who know you are gone, they are left with misgivings.
They feel the need to hear the bells ringing your death knell.
When my time comes, tell them you are so sorry for their loss,
They will pretend to have liked me, those who said I was dross.
Only those who really appreciated me deserve to cry for me,
those who did not will probably just try to hide their glee.
When they have said goodbye, I want them to hear a song,
a song to remind them their hearts is where I truly belong.
a song for all of those who shared my path and came along.
It will cheer them up when the bell rings with its ding-dong.
Cry for me the same way you smiled and laughed with me.
Mourn for me and then move on, but never dress in black;
because life goes on for you cannot afford to look back.
