if the bell were to toll

Let it be before my bones crumble,

By weight of my own body.

Let it be while memories still fresh,

Of good times, high and low.

Let it be before offspring came,

For what a father less child would be.

Let it be while my siblings could,

Take good care of parents Dear.

Let it be before I get bedridden,

For what is living without a life.

Let it while part of me is still fresh,

That part of me could be donated.

In that my parting shall not be waste

That I may find comfort that all is,

Not lost and made to decay