Ashes lie scattered, strewn on the ground
No sight or trace may soon be found
No recrimination or pressure to bear
To leave this life without a care
No need to think of others and their needs
No longer need to make time for deeds
As time moves on memories will disappear
There will be no one to linger or shed a tear
No memorial stone or plaque to see
At last the day cometh, time to be free
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