The Writing
To whom it may concern.
And can discern.
The writing on my stone.
When I am dead.
This is what is said.
"HAPPINESS HE SPREAD"
"AND RELIEF FROM DREAD"
Too late for me.
To change the world.
But for you, you can do.
All the things, you wanted too.
I ask you, I implore.
To do this, as never before.
Think, what will they say about you!
What writing on the stone, will they do?
When you are dead.
Copyright © Norman Purvis | Year Posted 2007
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