Of life I ask just this -
My very final day,
Let it be one when I'll slip, quietly away,
A day in Spring when Nature starts her call,
And afterwards, dear friends to know I've gone, that's all.
Perhaps from where I'll be beyond both stars and space,
They'll let me send a thought back here, to my old place
To say, 'Yes, Yes, I'm fine' and 'No, of course, not dead,
Just had to go.. a little way ahead'.
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