Poem 386 – Mourn for the Dead

Mourn for the dead while they are still living,
For those that are to die are your friends;
Your mother, she who heard your first cry,
Some day also she shall die.
Let them see intrepid tears
Mark their passing before their time
That they might live with the solace of knowledge
They’ll be remembered when they are gone.
Let them die and enter the dark, reflecting on what has been;
Let them recall that you cared unto weeping;
Then let them be, let them be.
Weep not once they’re dead, they will never see.

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