By js5533   

The stars above thy coffin lid
My mortal life has long been rid
Yellowed bones I have become
As yellowed as the daytime sun
As I look back at pastures green
When I was strong, huge and lean
My family standing hand in hand
On the plot we called our land
Then body aged and one grew weak
Possessions I no longer seek
One slips away towards the earth
Sadness replaces joy and mirth
Cry not for me, weep not for thine
The stars are you, the stars are mine

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To bury or to burn