These few hours that are mine to keep
remind me that nobody will regret
my passing - no fond family will weep.
Some friends will think of me and then forget.
I am no loss, unless, perhaps, to England,
her fields and farms and winding country lanes,
her rivers and her heather-covered moorland
where wild ponies gallop in the rains.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
These few hours that are mine to keep
remind me that nobody will regret
my passing - no fond family will weep.
Some friends will think of me and then forget.
I am no loss, unless, perhaps, to England,
her fields and farms and winding country lanes,
her rivers and her heather-covered moorland
where wild ponies gallop in the rains.