Do not cry when I am gone
Crying is for children
And first loves
And sad movies
But not for me
Cry for the clouds
When it storms
Or the trees
Come wintertime
But do not stain my grave
With tears
That are meant
To water life
Because your eyes
Must see
The beautiful earth
Without drying
The oldest sibling deserves some appreciation, don't you think?
Blending traditions for a meaningful Thanksgiving celebration.
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