Who will take that ride with me
On that last journey
Just myself to console
Nor will i shade my eye
Against the glare on high
Hear the wind nor feel the rain
My kin gather to bid farewell
The churchbell ring a deathly knell
Flowers left to comfort me
In silence they drift away
Will i be lonely eternely
Or have friends both left and right
As i pass that endless night
Except me mother earth your son
Birth death infinity
Allan James Saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-journey-8/
