Author unknown, possibly Mabel Easley Peters? (1878 – 1939)
When I quit this mortal shore,
And mosey ‘round this earth no more
Don’t weep, don’t sigh, don’t sob;
I may have struck a better job
Don’t go and buy a large bouquet,
For which you find it hard to pay;
Don’t mope around and feel all blue
I may be better off than you.
Don’t tell the folks I was a Saint,
Or anything you know I aint.
If you have jam like that to spread,
Please hand it out before I’m dead.
If you have roses – bless your soul
Just pin one in my buttonhole,
While I’m alive and well today;
Don’t wait until I’ve gone away!
[NOTE: Jim Witte gave handwritten copies of this out at his mother’s funeral in Bowling Green, OH, probably in the 1980s]