A/N: written for my Grandmother (who raised me) when she passed away
If I have lived Life to my best,
I shall not mind
When time to rest.
If I have done all that I can,
And lived my days
Within the span
Of Time
Which is allotted me...
I shall not mind Death's company.
If I have shed tears for my pain,
And laughed for joy
And danced in rain...
If I have shared a smile or two,
And loved
As many lovers do...
I shall not mind
To say Goodbye,
And rest beneath the starry sky.
If I have told my story well-
Made you feel
My joy, my hell...
If I have woken something inside
Your soul; that thing
That tries to hide-
If in silence
We can sit..
Not feel the need
To talk of wit;
Then I can welcome with the dawn
The peace that comes
With open arms.
If I can look about the room
And see myself-
Reflective tomb
I have erected in this life..
Material wealth
Combined with strife..
If I can feel the texture thin,
Thick and soft;
A velvety whim
Bought in moments rife with smiles-
I can move on
And leave you while
The memory of all that I could be
Fades compared
With what you see...
A life lived long.
A life lived well.
A life of pain
And hope unveiled.
If I can see through misty walls
The collective moments
My memory calls
To bear; and feel that I've done fine;
When Death comes calling-
I shall not mind.
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Book Of Counted Sorrows
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