STORY: Weep No More, My Lady by Gems of Thought

Story title: Weep No More, My Lady 
By: Gems of Thought

When I quit this mortal shore, 

And live around this earth no more,

Don't weep, don't sigh, don't grieve, don't sob

I may have struck a better job.

Don't go and buy a large bouquet

For which it may be hard to pay.

Don't hand around me feeling blue.

I may be better off than you.

Don't tell the folks I was a saint,

Or anything you know I ain't.

If you have stuff like this to spread,

Please hand it out before I'm dead.

If you have roses, bless you soul,

Just pin one in my buttonhole.

But do it while I'm at my best

Instead of when I'm safe at rest