Who shall weep for you when you die?

When the Creator puts a full stop on the prose that is your life ; when the Grim Reaper comes for his dues; when you return to the darkness from which you came:

Who shall weep for you when you die?

On that day; when the shell that is your body lies in a wooden box; and all that you gathered on this earth remain but  vague vanities; whom shall stand by your side; wailing, cursing the gods for snatching you away from them.

I pray it be those you loved dearly; I pray it be those whose lives you touched; I pray that it be those whom you shared cherished memories with.

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Give me flowers when I can still smell them

Sing my praises when I can still hear them

Plant kisses on my lips when I can still feel them

Proclaim love to me when I still have life in me

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I know the dead have no use for the living; but,

Weep for me when I die,

that the earth may know I was great ; that your tears may ease my journey to the next life.

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Who shall weep for you when you die?