Take a candle with wick of lace. Feel the lines of wizened face,
Hear the creak of ancient bones, smell the emptiness of once proud homes.
Remember, smiling mischievous eyes, and feel the warmth of long lived lives.
The history of those who moulded your days, to future adventures of golden strewn days
A father, a mother, a brother or two, have left all their marks on a sibling like you,
Souls that have flown, hearts that have wept, tears I have cried, and memories I’ve kept.
Words are the tools I use for my thoughts, goodness and kindness were all that I’ve sought.
Life lingers on with the new paths I’ve made, foundations instilled with the bedrock inlaid,
An ode to the lives of all who have passed, as long as I live, their memories will last
The Buddhists, the Muslims the Christians the Jew, as with all of religion, the owner is YOU.
I shudder to think of the time I’m not here, though deaths been upon me, I still hold the fear
I hope what they say in their sermons is true, I’ll be with you all, once again when life’s through.