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Epitaph In Stone
Will recollections wane in years to come,
as dust returns to dust and ash to ash,
with stifled yawn and spiritless, “oh-hum”,
not tales of aspiration, flair and flash?
I hope my night falls soft as daylight fades,
with heartfelt words of retrospect and cheer,
in eulogies with worthy accolades,
by those who feel the loss and wish me here.
My dread would be to pass and no one cared,
no friend to raise a toast nor pause in thought,
and no one stops to savor mem’ries shared,
just fading ‘way; thus life was lived for naught.
One’s stone should carry words that persevere,
“He made a lasting mark, while he was here”.
