09. Do not stand at my grave and weep

when i am dead, i am dead
the world goes out of me and i out of it
there is nothing anymore in between

do not stand at my grave then and weep
for these ears will not hear, and these eyes will not see
and there will be only coldness in between

if you really love and care, show it all to me now if you can
for when i am dead, i am dead
the world goes out of me and i out of it
these ears will not hear and these eyes will not see
there is only coldness in between

warm me up if you can now when i am still alive
for tomorrow the sun may never rise again

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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