When the curtains
To my life are drawn
Surely most would forget
That I was even born
For them my words
Of comfort may not be a thing
But for those that are near and dear
Feel not that I am not here
But wherever my afterlife
Know that I am better than here
This I promise and you know me
If I love and care for someone
I'll never forget and leave them
Even after my death
I'll find ways to watch over
For that is what my life's about.
By
David T Nicholas
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