Food for Thought

When I quit this mortal shore
And wander 'round this earth no more,
Don't weep, don't sigh, don't sob.
Maybe I've struck a better job.
And don't go and buy a large bouquet
In which you'll find it hard to pay.
Don't mope around and feel all blue.
I may be better off than you.
If you've got roses, bless your soul,
Just pin one on my button hole
While I'm alive and here today,
Don't wait until I've gone away.

–Author unknown