My final resting place
My final resting place.
I may be in the room next door
I may be down the hall,
Don’t you try looking for me
As you won’t find me here at all.
I’m in my final resting place
A place where you can’t see,
A place where you can’t visit
And sit and talk with me.
But I am always with you
And believe me when I say,
I will be here waiting
When it comes to your ‘resting day’
Where we can be together
And sit and laugh and cry,
But don’t you rush to join me here
With the birds up in the sky.
Please just keep this promise
That you will always be,
That lovely, true, kind person
Who always saw the best in me.
The person who I turned to
When things were good or bad,
And even though I’m gone now
I beg you, please don’t feel too sad.
When you think of me from time to time
And a tear rolls down your face,
I tell you I am happy here
In my final resting place.
Copyright © clare barclay | Year Posted 2024
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