Death comes
Whether we are ready or not
Age doesn’t matter
Goodness of heart doesn’t matter
Death comes
In the spring when the flowers bloom
I will remember
The goodness in your heart
In the fall when the leaves change
And the colors pop
I will remember your sence of humor
And how you use to make me laugh i
In winter when the snow falls
I will remember the beauty
Of your soul
And one day my dear sweet cousin
We will meet again
When it is my time
And
Death comes
E.A. Fussell
O8.08.2013
E. A. Fussell 