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