Do not mourn me when my time has come.
Mourn for those who loved me.
And pray they dont succumb.
To the sadness and dispair.
That comes when loss is in the air.
I have lived a life equal to many men.
I have had more fun than any man should dare.
Ive suffered pain and experienced loss.
More than my equal share.
There is no room for regret.
Hardly a moment for wonder.
As my body and soul are torn asunder.
Do not mourn for me when my time has come.
For I have made the bed in which I lie.
And I have prepared myself to die.