Remember
14 Feb
2017

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can go no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

 

 

Last modified on Friday, 24 February 2017 17:17
  • Where do they go to?
    Where do they go to, the people who leave? Are they around us, in the cool evening breeze? Do they still hear us, and watch us each day? I'd like you to think of them with us that way. Where do they go to, when no longer here? I think that they stay with us, calming our fear Loving us always, holding our hands Walking beside us, on grass or on sand. Where do they go to, well it's my belief They watch us and help us to cope with our grief They comfort and stay with us, through each of our days Guiding us always through life's mortal maze.