When I die let there be nothing left to discard
but a body well used

Being of sound mind and body
I won’t leave behind to my loved ones
Old photos depicting unfamiliar faces
Dusty letters, writers unknown

When I die let there be nothing left to discard
but memories that fade with time

Being of sound mind and body
I won’t leave behind to my loved ones
festering recrimination and regret
old grudges, hurts, and hates

When I die, let me be dead