Scatter Me Far
A discourse on the false tears that are often shed at funerals of "loved ones."
On that blessed day when I lay down to rest,
Please do remember this one last request…
Keep your mouths tightly shut, give those jaws a break!
Not one sound utter, not a noise you make.
Scatter my ashes from a high, high hill,
My ashes be blown, where ever they will.
No monument, no marker… just leave me there.
No place for you to come and sit and stare.
You sent me no roses while I was living,
Just expected me to keep on giving.
Few calls, no visits, no time left for me.
I grew old, lonely and bitter you see.
Scatter my ashes, scatter far and wide,
Over the hills, the seas and the countryside.
While I was here you left me all alone,
Please continue to do so once I’m gone.
Please do remember this one last request…
Keep your mouths tightly shut, give those jaws a break!
Not one sound utter, not a noise you make.
Scatter my ashes from a high, high hill,
My ashes be blown, where ever they will.
No monument, no marker… just leave me there.
No place for you to come and sit and stare.
You sent me no roses while I was living,
Just expected me to keep on giving.
Few calls, no visits, no time left for me.
I grew old, lonely and bitter you see.
Scatter my ashes, scatter far and wide,
Over the hills, the seas and the countryside.
While I was here you left me all alone,
Please continue to do so once I’m gone.
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