When I'm killed, don't think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
And there's one thing that I know well,
I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!
So when I'm killed, don't wait for me,
Walking the dim corridor;
In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me,
Or you must wait for evermore.
You'll find me buried, living-dead
In these verses that you've read.
So when I'm killed, don't mourn for me,
Shot, poor lad, so bold and young,
Killed and gone-don't mourn for me.
On your lips my life is hung:
O friends and lovers, you can save
Your playfellow from the grave.
When I'm Killed
Robert Graves
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Poem topics: heaven, life, poor, good, young, bold, grave, walking, save, corridor, mourn, wait, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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