When you are dying
and thinking your thoughts
of children and days from long ago
When one is gone and none are left
a memory of life
so spent
Who will know the joy you took
in looking at the gurgling brook
her hand you held in yours
How will the world know
of the song you once sang alone
while walking in the park out back
yards in yards and you growing old
Did your father once hold a hand
much like you did too
Wished to know a few seconds
some same warmth held in having
a family by his side
dinners and nights cold
When shadows are grown
and your time is short
she long gone and memory
... All you have today
All you have today
Sing her song to tell the world
all you have today
So when you close your eyes that final time
(family clings so near
heads be bowed and tears run live)
at that someday a hundred years yet
to which a boy you will never know
thinks thoughts of a man grown so old
who was like he
who lived a life - hoped and worn
loved and lived
.... and was
remembered
Stays just this side of sentimentality successfully, Lennon. Good work.
Peter
Nicely done, Lennon, those of us who have seen elderly parent6s pass away can certainly relate to this one.
Les
This is beautiful