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As you pass my grave, with all your thoughts on me...Do not forget, dear friend, there's room enough for thee.....

R is for Requiescat in Pace.....

 Rest, dear friend,
I give to you, this simple epitaph.
Rest, dear friend,
I sing to you, your harried days are past.

The gentle sound of angels' wings,
hold tight the grace of final breath,
one last solemn requiem,
Fear not, the sting of death.

Death, the ever-present, 
from the moment that we wake,
marks slabs of weathered granite,
our final resting place.

Gold knows not our warm compassion,
nor wealth our open heart,
To not be lost in memory, 
each must play his earnest part.

Our worth in life is measured,
when at last we find our end,
Not by jewels and wealth uncounted,
but our merits as a friend.


  1. "Our merits as a friend." Lovely thought. Very nice poem.

  2. profound and a touch sad e.a.s. - on a more happy note I added you to my blog roll (drum roll)

  3. Janel--- Thanks so much!

    David--- Happy note, indeed! LOL.... and, apologies for the touch of sadness my post produced :-)

  4. Found you through the A-Z challenge - enjoying your posts and am now a follower. You can find my A-Z posts at - please visit and leave a comment so I know you've been by.

  5. Hello Laurie,
    Welcome! Thanks for dropping by... I will most definitely check out your blog :-)


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