If I Go Before Farewell
If I Go Before Farewell
I was the harvest of the black hooded Specter of Death
Caught by surprise He stole my last breath
His Scythe cut me down mechanically with dispassion
My heart lost it's rhythm, my color became ashen
As I was turning to dust,my eyes had gone blind
Just another Marcher in the Parade of Mankind
I raced in the sunlight as a golden child
I sang and I laughed but mostly I smiled
And then walked as a man with prowess and pride
Only to wrinkle and gray and finally died
And freed of my earthly bonds forever
To live in the region, the region of Never
The sun shall kiss these cheeks no more
The river my companion as I rest on Wye Shore
I leave without regret as I had a good run
I did things my way, I beat my own drum
The mysteries of life no longer in doubt
Now I know what the the meaning of life is about.
It's about friends and children and the woman I love
It's about music and poetry and the good Lord above
It took a lifetime to realize the best is simple and plain
My woman's beautiful face and the smell after it rains
Good food and wine the setting sun in the sky
The laughter of your children and a new baby's cry
The touch of her hand and the perfume of her hair
The taste of her lips , her serene face while in prayer
Her purity of Soul, the charity of Heart
The soft touch of her hand and the depth of her smart
All these pleasures in life along with the pain
Will pass into Eternity as tears in the rain
And to my friends I thank for sharing your time
I loved you all, you were all sublime
And now to the Ages is where I presently dwell
This is my destination before bidding farewell
Copyright © Richard Childs | Year Posted 2017
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