Dying Day

Dying day

On my dying day

Please don’t bring me flowers 

Bring me things ..  silly things

Like bubble gum and onion rings

To make me laugh

To make me smile 

Cause I’ll be gone

In a little while

On my dying day

Pour whiskey down my throat  

Raise your glass … raise it high 

Make a toast for the end is nigh

Then do a dance 

That spins around

Throw back your head 

Make a joyful sound

On my dying day

Don’t shed a tear for me

Don your finest party attire

Put on some music before I expire

Have a ball

With all my friends

For all good things

Come to an end

On my dying day

There’s no room for sadness

Each day with you was heaven

Your love my prize possession

So live your life

And don’t forget

To laugh out loud

With no regrets

On my dying day

When my spirit leaves this earth

You can rest assured 

One thing endures

When the soul is gone

My love lives on

In your heart

My love will stay

To comfort you 

On my dying day

John snelling

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