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The rosiest paled

When you are dying
And a lot of people
Feel like crying
You know you got it made
You be proud you lived
A life not in vain
Be happy you succeeded
In making less of
Others’ pain

When it’s time to go
And people don’t want you to
Know and rejoice
You have truly lived
A full and satisfying life
Such as one craved for
By even saints like
Buddha and Jesus Christ
Yes, rejoice. Rejoice.

Tell us sinners too
As well as stupid men
How we can also die
Yet make many cry
Oh, so you told no lie?
Oh, so you gave aid
Where you could?
Oh, so you always lived
Each minute at a time?

Is that all you did
To live a life so revered?
Is that all you did?
Did you not also feed
Those hungry and forsaken men?
Did you also not heed
Teachings of saintly men?
Did you also not weep
At others’ misery and grief?

Small wonder then
Even the strongest shed a tear
Beside your funeral pyre
No wonder then
Even the bravest man wailed
And rosiest of woman paled
When time stopped
To allow your tireless heart
Take its deserved rest.

The rosiest paled

amar b shrestha

Joined December 2007

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