Poem: Do Not Weep for Me When I Die

By Jasper Lewis Ellison
Posted 8/17/22

Jasper Ellison, a 60-year-resident of Arvada, was featured in the Feb. 3 edition of the Arvada Press in a “My Name Is...” article, which detailed his life story. Ellison passed away at the age of 103 on July 26 and wished for this piece of prose — written after the death of his wife Mary Grace Ellison — to be shared.

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Poem: Do Not Weep for Me When I Die

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Jasper Ellison, a 60-year-resident of Arvada, was featured in the Feb. 3 edition of the Arvada Press in a “My Name Is...” article, which detailed his life story. Ellison passed away at the age of 103 on July 26 and wished for this piece of prose — written after the death of his wife Mary Grace Ellison — to be shared.

Do not weep for me when I die,

For I have lived in a land of liberty and justice.

I could live where I wanted,

I could choose my life’s work,

I could travel where and when I wanted,

I could elect the officials entrusted with government.

No, do not weep for me when I die,

For I have lived in a land of freedom and justice.

Weep instead for those who have not.

Do not weep for me when I die,

For I have had caring parents and grandparents,

Who provided guidance in my childhood

And started me on the right path in life.
I have known the love of a woman,

A companion, to share life’s pleasures and joys,

To endure and to solve life’s burdens together.

We have been blessed with children and grandchildren,

And great grandchildren, to the fifth generation.

I have taken selfie pride in their accomplishments

As though they were my own.

I know that a part of me lives on in them.

No, do not weep for me when I die,

For I have had a loving family.

Weep instead for those who have not.

Do not weep for me when I die,

For I have known the Great Architect of the Universe.

I have walked beside His streams.

I have climbed His mountains.

I have seen His plains, His forests,

And marveled at the grains and fruits and nuts

And other foods that He has provided.

I have enjoyed many years of life

Filled with beautiful days of sunshine,

And restful nights and life-sustaining rain.

No, do not weep for me when I die,

For I have known a powerful and benevolent God.

Weep instead for those who have not.

 

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