Ancestors Someday Ill be an ancestor, oh yes I know I will, For I have seen my own ancestors stones upon the hill. My Mom and Dad lie there, among the very best, With those who passed before them, to take their well earned rest. Inscribed upon the stones, are names and dates and verse, To indicate that a life was lived, before they rode the hearse. No mention there of how they lived, or even how they died, For that we need the writers pen, to tell of tears they cried. Of how they worked and played and of their children born, Of things they did to entertain, did you know they blew a horn? Little stories soon forgot, unless inscribed while known, To tell the tale of folks we loved and shared a life now gone. Jerry Marvel
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 02:15:00 +0000
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