The day will come when I'll be gone <br />No more this earth to walk - <br />They'll put me in the cold, dark ground <br />And give their little talk; <br />Remember what a friend she was? <br />An angel from above, <br />She used to write such pretty poems <br />Of gratitude and love; <br />She had a sparkle in her eye <br />That none could overlook - <br />Could make you wish that someday <br />She would write you in her book; <br />She had a way of loving <br />That was tender, warm and free - <br />She made you feel so many things <br />Such beauty she could see; <br />To every person that she met <br />She always gave her best, <br />And even if you disagreed <br />She overlooked the rest <br />To come to some conclusion <br />That would benefit you both, <br />For neither one was right or wrong - <br />Her truth was not an oath; <br />Some day they'll write my epitaph <br />I hope they make it fitting -- <br /> <br />'She left her mark at midnight - <br />At her keyboard she's still sitting'.<br /><br />Linda Ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-25/
