Now comes the time to lay me down, on this cold October morn_
Memories of life which I have lived with all the discomforts, some glory
Regrets from the past did set my road, which I was made to follow
Never knowing my quest or what lies ahead as I walk this avenue, some sorrow
History will tell of great men who fell, but what of us that did follow?
My world a dream, the life I've seen; never knowing if there was a morrow
As I lay here at rest, did my life pass the test? set by my father before?
Regrets, I have some, did it change the outcome, to what was so expected
My family I leave, with examples to lead, or given advice as to follow
But now comes the time, to lay me down; on this cold October morn_
GW.
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