On the day I die,
I hope to fly high into the sky,
Wearing the green and white of Celtic on my chest,
Holding my notebook tightly to my breast,
I will have Hoppipola ringing in my ears,
Hopefully stopping the flow of all those tears,
All my friends will be there to say farewell,
As my departure is marked by the knell of the church bell...
This is not my funeral that I am describing...
It is the celebration of my life with all those still living...
No comments:
Post a Comment