Dust to dust

Ashes to ashes

So you would lay ere to rust

And drench moist on our eyelashes


No longer curve those lips to smile

And disapprove my wrongs with silent frown

The preacher said you’d gone for a while

That we will meet when our trumpet sounds


Now I stare at a cold blank face

The one which once had a warmth of faith

That inspired me to always run Life’s race

Don’t you think you’re too early to be called Late?


You have spent more time in my heart

Than you have in my life



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