When
you are alive
You
don't hear bad things
Coming
straight to your ears
It
is just not spoken..
It's
face value
Amongst
friends and relatives
They
wrapped up as social etiquette
Giving
you a sign of respect
It
is often said
Ask
his enemies
They
will spin his beans
Ask
his friends the positive values
When
you are buried or cremated
They
know you don't hear anymore
Then
the tales of good and bad flow
With
ashes in the air or the ground..
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