Well look at me... looking at you
In my casket, all shiny and new
It's beautiful to have you mourning for me...
But stop right there... as now I am free
You are so special to me, but you need to know
That I must move on... it's time for me to go
So enjoy each others company, Chatting about past days
Remembering life.... Moves in mysterious ways
Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL
All shiny and new! With the ways of life. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, death is the only certainty in life but the spirit endures for eternity.