When I die, don’t bring me flowers. Don’t whisper that I will be missed, Don’t kneel, don’t pray for hours Don’t shed a tear –

Poetry, Opinion, Politics
When I die, don’t bring me flowers. Don’t whisper that I will be missed, Don’t kneel, don’t pray for hours Don’t shed a tear –
If I could make wishes come true, I would give all my wishes to you To lift you up, to give you wings, So you
This poem was inspired by Ananda Only and his story about his beloved brother. https://anandaonly.in/2017/08/28/there-are-always-songs-to-sing/ Your spirit is in my heart forever, Even on days