Ask me if I need some help,
When I am out in the world, alive;
Sick, and weak and poor,
Too mellow and naïve to survive.
Like the human in me proper,
Not the one I might have been,
Always know, of the grassy lawns,
Only the farther side seems green.
Love what I think and dream,
When alive and strong,
By my side stand, in pain,
When things turn out wrong.
Be the kind human in life
Twinkle in earnest smile,
Then bother not to mourn my ashes,
My flesh would be worthwhile.
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