Going Home - Poem by Joseph Anderson
The very best, I gave of me
and watched the saddened flight of time.
Amid'st me stand my progeny
awaiting fate, for they know I'm
Preparing for life's final lap.
The music plays, the flowers sway
there comes an ever gentle tap;
Your time has come, be on your way.
Before I go, let me now say,
I've lived my life respectfully
and if you must some homage pay
just let my life remembered be.
O! Dear, sweet life, not mine to own-
I'm going home, my time has flown.
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