A Dying Hymn
O my graveyard
How I do find it hard
That I must sleep with you
“Until we meet again”
How sweet that sounds, my friend
But we both know it isn’t true
O my own death
How I’ll cherish that last breath
When I’m waiting here for you
I know this life must end
And how sad this is, my friend
But there’s nothing we can do
Copyright © Bruce Coates | Year Posted 2013
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