This one was on my mind recently
Quote:
Do Not Stand
Bombardier Stephen Cummings
32 Heavy Regiment Royal Artillery
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 diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
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More about the above poem
Another little poetic saying for when you are given a task that ought to have a real low priority compared to everything else.
I'll attend to that when I return from my skiing holiday on the snowy plains of Gehenna