Edit Before Giving Credit

Edit Before Giving Credit When at my grave we both may meet Read epitaph which is short and sweet; World of which I once seemed so fawn Have left and to heaven am now gone. All that I ask when are remembering me Is read poems reverently and jubilantly; Being I am in heaven and much higher, Perhaps my poems you they will inspire. By my each poem you won't be deluded And when you notice my name is included; I am also sure when my poem you edit, Are thankful you never received any credit.