...and if then, you faint and die one day
not knowing what did hit you,
let's hope that you have live a life of love,
that every life that you touched
says a prayer for your soul,
that every sin may have been forgiven
by the One and Only God
that everyone speak
a kind word about you
that every mind remembers
a warm memory of you
that every heart feels the joy
and bitter-sweetness
of knowing that they
were honored and privileged
to call you a friend.
Thank you for a life well lived!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
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