One likes to think

That they are not forgotten in a blink

And it is all the good things that they have done

That the living remember

When we find that I am not included as a lucky one

Rising for another day

Under the calling of the sun

I`ve had a long, long, life, with alot of time

And it now breaks my heart,   that my body is falling apart

But my mind seems too only be in its prime

There is both good,  and bad memories,  collected in my head

And I hope that overall

Only the good memories we can recall

When I am lying breathless,  and forever dead 

And may the end of my mortal life

Be the beginning of a new and exciting journey

Which has just begun,  rewarding me with the promises

Made too me by my God

Who has now taken me as a chosen one

 

By J.D. Bardo