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THE EPITAPH OF AN ABDICATOR
My presence might not be there, But I will be in your heart So please don't mourn for my death But be happy that you still have breath.
A word to my loved ones Who still walk this earth: Do not cry for me For this body is only a shell Rather, laugh with me in the breeze Smile with me in the sunshine Drift with me on the tide
At the end of my life when all those who remain attend my funeral, I want it to be said that I marched to the beat of my own drums and I sang out of key. I saw beauty where others only saw trash. I fought in place of those who could not.