When My Time Comes
Well histories remember or judge the way I live
Books record mistakes I made will forget how to forgive
Well they say I could have done a whole lot more
To aid the sick and help the poor
Well my loved one cry for the memories
Times shared together and passions spent
Can I be one with the universe
Was I really here when there I went
Well my epithet read he was just a man
A husband, father, brother and friend
Will the mourners cry false tears of grief
Is that the way it’s going to end
Is death the disease or the earthly cure
When my time comes I wonder if…
I’ll pass through that great door..
or hear it slammed forever more
Hopefully, not for a long, long time. But we never know--an excellent, thought provoking write of introspection, very well done.
(((((HUGS))))) and love, Karla.
Love, Birgit and Roger
How will we be remembered?
we just do our best felix
thanks for sharing your wise words
love and peace
Love tinka
Chanti
Profound and thought-provoking, Felix.
Love & Life Suzie xox :-D
Love,
Susan