Thinking of the old days,
the good and bad days evenly,
as my eyes fill with that teary glaze,
I'm not mad at you for leaving me.

Some think life is a race,
and that they should always glow,
but I want you to know,
that I believe your in a better place.

As I stare into your face while your resting,
I think of how people consider life a curse and a blessing,
but you look too peaceful, laying in that box,
before your under six feet of dirt and rocks.

This is for family and friends,
no matter how it ends,
I still love you.