Last night i got a call from angels, they are on their way
for me to get my life in order, long they will not stay
I answered back, i am ready my mission i have done
all is counted and recorded of the things i have done
Let the herald blow his horn and tell the world i was here
well spent time with friends and peers whom i hold so dear
My family ill will miss when this journey i will take
but knowing they are well no crying for their sake
My mission is complete, no regrets have i, looking back at the chore laid upon me
i was a lucky guy, from my wife to the last grandchild life could better not be
And now the end is near and i must leave to make a better place for them all
so when we meet again ill be ready for them, when they get the call
Ill miss them for that is sure, each day i think of them, ill have some pain to bare
even though i know Bobbi is still watching over them with the same love and care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem