Slipping Away
Slipping away
A granite pillow placed above my head
Red clay covers my six-foot bed
Several relatives beside me long laid to rest
Another family reunion, I'm the newest guest
I've joined the past my names carved in stone
My body has reached its final home
It's the quietest crowd I've been around
No more voices, no more sound
To all of my friends, I'm just a thought
I've checked into one-room lodging called a vault
My soul departs heaven bound
My bodies shell remains underground
Minute by minute, all thoughts disappear
I can no longer think; minds been cleared
Quiet here; there's no sound
The final resting place is what I've found
Please think of me often as we were friends
My aging life has come to an end
Now things are quiet I utter no sound
Laid to rest six feet underground
Lpickard
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