Death

When I die

Give What’s Left of me away

To Children

And to old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking down the street beside you.

When you need me,

Put your arms around anyone

And give them

What you would give me.

I want to leave you something,

Something better,

Than words or sounds.

Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live on in your eyes

And not in your mind.

You can love me the most

By letting

Hands touch hands,

By letting

Bodies touch bodies,

And by letting go of children

That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love,

Give me away.