Charles Marshall


Passed Away, But Not Gone


Passed Away is nothing at all.
He has only slipped away to the Heavens.
Pray for him, he is with our maker.
He shines down upon us like a star.

Live, Love and Smile, think of him as you did before.
Let his name be ever the household word that it always was.
Why should he be out of mind because he is out of sight?
Death ends a life, not memories of happy times with loving family.

Look for him in your hearts and there you will find him.
His love becomes a memory, his memories becomes a treasure.
He enjoyed his life, now he will cherish his life in the Heavens.
By mourning the loss of him, Angels are rejoicing to meet him.

Passed Away, but not Gone in Spirit, Memories and Love.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 09, 2013
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