Crown of Gold
It's time now the days have run out,
your on the way now there's no doubt.
Your job here is finished it's your time to reap,
so just close your eyes now and you'll be asleep.
The work you did here will continue on,
and for all who knew you,
your memory will forever live on.
I hear the trumpets blowing and their calling your name,
onced you've departed things will never be the same.
So go on now it's your time to shine,
and your Crown of Gold is waiting just inside.
Signed;
Another Loving Soul
Copyright © Harriett Hethcox | Year Posted 2007
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