As I grow older I grow more pensive with each passing day. My dreams are filled with those who have gone on before. With this poem I give voice to my plans so that all shall know my desires since I leave behind no progeny.
Bury me not on the lonely prairie,
Nor within green shaded grassy knolls,
Inter me not on majestic mountain top,
Nor entomb me in peaceful sylvan glade,
From ashes to ashes,
From dust to dust,
Spread my ashes on the four winds,
That I might travel once again,
To those exotic lands where I once dwelt,
That a part of me shall reside there forever,
Read my words aloud and send them on,
That they too may travel on the winds.
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Reviews of "Final Wishes"
Reviewed by Beth Engelhardt (Reader)
Reviewed on October 4, 2019
Amazing how much alike we are in some ways! This poem is wonderful. Thanks for sharing and know that NOW someone has your back!
Re-Release! No longer back-listed. Return to the Olde Ways. The hustle and bustle of modern day life has brought many of us to a quick fix attitude.This book is for those of you who are fed up; have looked at your life and your loved ones and realize
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