Listen to the falling rain <br />Gently splashing on the velvet green <br />And listen to the whisper <br />Of the gentle winds that which means something. <br />Won’t you pick up that old guitar <br />And see if the strings are in tune <br />And strum a few chords to remember <br />the song that we sang on June. <br />Will you clear the dust from the mirror? <br />And open your windows once more. <br />And see if the song and the mem’ry <br />Is as fresh as it was before. <br />Will you please go on singing <br />Long after I am gone. <br />Will you please don’t pick the flowers <br />That grows beside the stream. <br />Perhaps they’ll grow and blossom <br />Because of our dream. <br />And will you please go on searching <br />For there’ll be another one.<br /><br />Winston Soldevilla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-there-ll-be/
