No Mourning

No Mourning

Do not expect me to mourn the dead

I never like to wait on the death bead

Or the graves of the greats or beloved

I visit them in their great minds instead

As they pass away the thoughts outrun

High life never dwell in a burying room

Great souls transcend the body or tomb

Millions die  unremembered

But great minds are numbered

There is no mourning in the fact of death

After life spirit goes on with immortal breath