Do not stand at my grave and weep
April 29, 1929 – October 19, 2008
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush.
I am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight. I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom;
I am in a quiet room I am in the birds that sing;
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die.
In loving memory, your dearest friends And his best friend, his dog Lucky
Rest in peace Old Joe.