A Poem of Life and Death

Prompt: Choose a poem you like. Take the last line and use that as the first line of your own poem.

The poem I chose is "Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye, which is probably one of my favourite poems.

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I am not there, I did not die.
You will not find me at my grave.
I am not there, I did not die,
Although my life no one could save.

My body rots beneath the ground,
But in the earth I won't be found.
Dig up my corpse, and you will see
No more than transport. That is not me.

I live in your heart, and in your mind,
I live in the memories left behind.
I live through you, as you still thrive,
I am still here, though not alive. 

My heart has stopped, my body cold,
As happens to all when we grow old,
But never am I truly gone,
As long as my memory still lives on. 

You will not find me buried deep,
There in the ground, an unwakeable sleep,
But remember me as I was before,
And I live on forevermore. 

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