Don’t You Dare

Don’t You Dare

Don’t you dare to cry at my funeral

Don’t even bother to come

No respect to show me while I lived

Why pretend to when I’m gone

Weep soft tears for those you love

But dry-eyed think of me

Without compassion for my life

In death, that’s how to be


Christine Campbell

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