What Kind of Stone
A question was once asked of me,
When you die what kind of stone would you like to see?
Now some people would like a marker standing up high,
So tall that it would touch the sky.
Others might want it broad and wide,
So people would see it when they walked by.
I thought for a moment or two and decided what I would do.
I would let people remember me; by the way I lived my life you see.
Enjoying life and family, blessing the Lord for being so good to me.
With my wonderful wife by my side, her love helped me get by.
So what kind of stone should it be? It really doesn’t matter to me.
JSergi
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