Grieve not for me when I am gone, I pray

Nor bring my works to mind, my work is done.

My time is spun and I have had my day,

Others soon will take my place in the sun.

If epitaph you feel impelled to write,

These simple words are all I meekly ask,

He tried his best to always do the right,

And serve with joy what’er the common task.

No grand memorial do I require,

Nor e’en a simple plaque upon a wall;

To lasting fame, I never will aspire,

Let simple silence be my only pall.

If memories of me you seek to find,

Search in the hearts of those I've left behind.