One Day
One day I will be just bones,
And wrapped in rotting skin,
So everything I used to own,
Won't matter to me then...
One day I will be just thoughts,
In someone else's head,
A memory that's always caught,
Before my name is said...
One day I will be the same,
Still image of myself,
Living in a picture frame,
Up on the mantle shelf...
One day I will be the space,
That's next to you in bed,
A pillow left in the same place,
With impression's of my head...
One day when your time has come,
I'll meet you at the gate,
Standing with the Fathers son,
To take an angels place...
Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2012
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