Epilogue

When my epilogue is written
May the words come trippingly
From silver tongue and ruby throat
To drench the roses with their honey.

Gather all my fateful friends,
My poor relations, seldom seen,
Telling tales from memory,
Both bittersweet and funny.

I’ll not be around to hear the
Sweet melodic undertones, the
Ticking, clicking metronomes
That chant my eulogy.

Rather I’ll be on my way to
Better days and better ways,
To claim my spot at Heaven’s gate
Where spirits all run free.

And I’ll see you again someday
Far beyond that final hill
Where we will spend our fond forever
In a land where time stands still.

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