written; 30/05/2016
I hear the voices of all those who have gone before,
I feel their presents.
When I remember them with all the love I have,
The tears fall.
My Mom, Aunts and Uncles,
My son, and the Grandparents.
These are just a few of all the present and past has seen go,
And I see the future in black and white.
So when I hear the Voices of those who have gone on,
I try to remember all the laughter.
But this is not the future in my life,
Only the Black and White of my death is there.
Save the tears for me in this,
For at a Wake is where that is to be done.
I wish only to be remember later,
As the smile that made others do the same.
The future will come in it's own due time,
and not all is death and despair.
For I do not see my death as being just around the corner,
But it is still there none the less.
