I had just a few line's come to me, and anyway...I guess you call it a poem...Anyway...Here it is...


My chances of dying yesterday were great
My changes for today are the same
If I die tomorrow
I ask that you don't cry for me

Remeber all the times we laughed
And the times we shed our tears
And the times we danced
Through life without thought or fear

Even though my time here is done
You must still carry on
When your sad and alone
Remember that soon we'll meet again
In a big, open, green field
South of the Gate

Think of me as a bird
Who's patiently waited
For the cold winter months to end
So I can take my final flight
And fly home
To that peaceful valley in the sky




Eh, it's ok...Never been one for writing those things...It's actually how I feel! LOL! Anyway....Thought I would share...