Why is it my friend of old
That here you stand and weep
For me, this earth does not hold
In this ground I do not sleep
Below the dirt I do not lie
Your tears they fall in vain
I live now where none need cry
Free from bondage and all pain
My Father now has welcomed me
His beloved and humbled son
And tonight I shall dine with He
Who lived before the world had begun
Why is it that you bring these flowers
And offer them to a stone
What debt do these gifts you bring
Hope to ever atone
Gone from this earth am I
And forgiveness I can not give
But repent to those who you’ve wronged
To those who yet live
Poem to be read at funeral/on gravestone...any good?
this is a really awesome poem ..i love it..
Reply:Very good , but this is what i want on my stone i was here but now i am gone. those who knew me , knew me well those who didnt can go to hell.
Reply:Cool I like it..
Reply:this is a really good poem
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