Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
We all must die, yes we must
Sometimes we go very early
Right in our ground breaking years
Leaving a family to miss and mourn us
To remember while drying their tears.
Sometimes sickness overtakes us
No medical miracle is found
And we watch as we slowly drift upward
To our new found hallowed ground.
Sometimes someone else speeds our going
Only he has this kill on his soul
For he'll live with his deed forever
Till he ends up in his own deep dark hole.
So savour each moment together
Make every memory one that will last
Give thanks to the lord almighty
For the good times now held in the past.
This poem has been made by a wonderful woman whom I was very close with. She published a beautiful poem book before she passed away. It allows us to have a bit of her still with us.