September 23, 2024

By Eric Chang

Not For Me

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

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