Do not mourn for me after I am gone not to hear the church bells ringing.I will no longer worry of the life I am to leave as I go to be with my maker.I no longer worry of this world that I'm about to flee, to be buried whole, the worms to feed.If you are to read these lines, remember my best times.to write no more, so I leave behind message installed in my poetry, my only wish is I be in your thoughts, thinking of me, the bad things not. as I will be compounded in earth and clay. my days on earth be over. Please remember the good things that I was to host and to cherish, Lest we look no further, my life will be no longer here. It will be all over.
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Please remember the good things that I was to host and to cherish, Lest we look no further, my life will be no longer here. It will be all over. made me think a l ot..............as i came from a hospital after a serious heart problem........ thank you my dear poet for helping me to think of the last days, .. tony