Category: Writers Block
Who Will Sing For Me?
When friends have past be they young or older,
When love and sorrow calls us to their side,
When life is still and when night grows colder,
And to their memory we drink with pride.
When a song is raised with voices ringing,
Sweet lines of verse in perfect harmony,
If I die, for me, will there be singing"?
At life's setting sun, who will sing for me?
And when the final, solumn chord has gone,
And the passing of time does dry our tears,
And only their memories linger on,
As we move ever onward through the years.
When life's cadence fades and my sole set free,
Who will sing one more final song for me?
This is nice, yet depressing.
Brings to mind the importance of family and friends.
Perhaps this is also why some people decide to have children--to leave a part of themselves behind when they die.
I honestly believe there will be at least one person who will be present when I pass into that dark night; a nephew, a child, who knows, but it's comforting to believe that someone will be there..
Not even are forsaken prisoners, or homeless vagabonds completely abandoned, there is always someone present.
But I also wonder how many unidentified victims, how many illegal immigrants who died attempting to cross, how many other missing persons are without someone to claim them.
Thanks for posting this.
It's very sweet.