As I stand here in the churchyard
Holding back the tears that unfold
It’s not that I knew them or loved them
Nor wished in my arms them to hold.
It’s just a thought that occurs
That as I’m growing old
The living and loving will cease
On the day that my body turns cold.
So remember to tell your beloved
The ones we all hold so dear
That you love them, and often
Whilst you are able, i.e. still here.
Fill your life with love and laughter
And try to always have fun
You can’t relive those precious moments
When your short time here on earth is all done.
Standing By A Stranger's Grave
Life – short but wonderful