Some Sort Of Epitaph Poem by Tom Billsborough

Close my eyes but do not sing in sorrow.
Let grief not linger on just like a shadow.
You taught me how to smile with gentle song
Which have enriched my soul and made it strong
To face the unknown vistas of tomorrow.

Close my eyes and with the briefest gesture
Say farewell but look towards your future.
You have much to tell in verse and rhyming
Think deeply of the truth in your contriving
Think of the glories that exist in Nature.

Close my eyes and if you can remember
A poem forms in sadness and in laughter.
So many times I've read and still recall
The magic uplifts and the dying fall
Of cadences of which you were creator.

So close my eyes and think upon your way
He's just upon an extended holiday!