May 2014
What will they say when we are gone
to tell of the days we have known
May they never measure our worth
by our life’s failure, to have grown
Pray they say that kindness was found
in a world surrounded by pain
That we had given more than took
trying our best, to not be vain
I wish my friends to know of me
that I see them as a treasure
The pains of our lives that we share
are the jewels, by which I measure
When winters cold seems to descend
from the North Winds that blow a gale
Take heart that you are not alone
then may love, lift and fill your sail
When the sands of life all run out
should you pass on before I go
This world will know you had a friend
as over you, my tears will flow
Tate
to tell of the days we have known
May they never measure our worth
by our life’s failure, to have grown
Pray they say that kindness was found
in a world surrounded by pain
That we had given more than took
trying our best, to not be vain
I wish my friends to know of me
that I see them as a treasure
The pains of our lives that we share
are the jewels, by which I measure
When winters cold seems to descend
from the North Winds that blow a gale
Take heart that you are not alone
then may love, lift and fill your sail
When the sands of life all run out
should you pass on before I go
This world will know you had a friend
as over you, my tears will flow
Tate
To all who have known the trials of a life beset with tribulation. I would just like to say the things that make life worth living are not to be found in pursuit of wealth. I never remembered anyone fondly for the station they held in life. True wealth for me is held within the hearts of those I have loved and who dared to love me. When I first wrote this piece it lacked an owner, as I waited for the one who might deserve it. Such was the case when my friend passed into memory. Mike died on my wedding anniversary February 13th 2013.
