A poem for an elderly loved ones passing.
Time is a constant, in the end it gets the best of us all, feel sorrow not, you’ll walk, but first you’ll learn to crawl.
So, grieve now my child, shed all and be rid of your tears, for I have lived life to the full and seen out my later years.
Remember me not for what you saw but for what I was the year before. Remember me not for where I am but at where I was when your life began.
Remember all the good I’ve left, on this earth, as you lay me down to rest. Remember I’m not truly gone, but in all of you I will live on.
Below is an alternate version I wrote for those who have lost a loved one tragically.
O’ to be so cruel, with reasoning unclear, why life can be pulled from this world before ones time feels truly here.
Yet time is a constant, in the end it gets the best of us all, feel sorrow not, you’ll walk, but first you’ll learn to crawl,
So, grieve now my child, shed all and be rid of your tears, for I have lived life to the full and now unbound to mortal fears.
Remember me not for what you saw but for what I was the year before. Remember me not for where I am, but at where I was when your life began.
Remember all the good I’ve left, on this earth, as you lay me down to rest. Remember I’m not truly gone, but in all of you, I will live on.
Original poems by © Darius the Mate
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