May
18
2012
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By michael.havard
Lay no stone at my place of rest
Create no well worn path
Plant no trees or flowers there
Where that shell of me lies at last
Remember not a tree or marker
Look not to a map or sign
Regret not the path you've chosen
For I will regret naught of mine
Think of me in happiness
Recall when I was just a boy
Imagine that I still live like that
In His house of joy