When I die
Give what’s left
of me away
To children
And old men that
wait to die.
And if you need
to cry,
Cry for your
brother
Walking the
street beside you.
And when you need
me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to
give me.
I want to leave
you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.
Look for me
In the people I’ve
known
Or loved,
And if you cannot
give me away,
At least let me
live in your eyes
And not on your
mind.
You can love me
most
By letting
Hands touch
hands,
By letting
Bodies touch
bodies
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be
free.
Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s
left of me
Is love,
Give me away.
--Merrit Malloy
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