Don't bury
me in Potter's field
Amid the sad despair
Of nameless souls in unmarked graves
That rest uneasy there.
Don't
lay me down without a stone
To mark the final bow
Of an actor in the play of
On stage deserted now.
Let one
spectator call my name
And say that he knew well
The character that I portray
Before the curtain fell.
Although
my face had never graced
Billboard or marquis,
My small bit part was played with heart
And deep sincerity.
I'd
like to think, before I die,
That someone saw me passing by
And, though to Death I'll gladly yield,
Don't bury me in Potter's field.
