They come about
When time is near
With life that seems
To disappear
Come walk with me along this path
It marks the way for ones epitaph
Did you think you could get away
From life's distractions along the way
Oh no it cannot be so
I want to know what I have sown
A word of kindness a whisper in the trees
It's something that makes you bend your knees
Like a park so barren in winter snow
A stroll with the dog the best companion I know
Time is old time is knew
The stars of heaven shine on me and you
Brings me back to a twilight walk
Where the stars of heaven did seemingly talk
Their twinkles seemed to be to me
Morris code typed out so gently
Its good that this will never change
The ways of heaven we cannot rearrange
The sun and moon will always be
A stark reminder of our frailty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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