If I Should be the First to Leave

I have never been much for poetry, but somewhere in the past couple of months the desire to try my hand at it hit me. So here is a bit of doggerel for the weekend.

If I should be the first to leave
Think of me oft but do not grieve
Too much

Instead recall the joyous days
When we would watch the birthing rays
Of morn

Or walking on the moonlit shore
Believe that time exists no more
For us

And now, when with trembling breath
You pause in sorrow at my death
Be still

This death is but life’s accident
And eternal it was never meant
To be

Yes, I have gone but not too far
And I have left the door ajar
For you

And look toward that wondrous time
When angels on their wings sublime

To take you in their loving arms
And bear you free of earthly harms
To me

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