Time

If I die young
If I die old
If I die during your time,
Place me not in a coffin
But on clean white cotton,
And bury me before the next
sunset.
Call upon my family
And call my friends
Remind them they are mine no more
For I no longer am.
The memory you hold on to,
A creation, an illusion,
May it be of times of love.
For happiness is the greatest
achievement I could leave with
you,
Before it is your time too.

©Aanjeli

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