When I give up this flesh and bones
Please no sad sighs and mournful tones
But let it be a time of joy instead
When I take to my final bed
This form I've worn through out the years
Has grown in joy and yes with tears
But like a coat that's not in style
I'll take if off and with a smile
When this form's forsaken never grieve
Its outgrown garment I will leave
When all my lessons have been done
When God will call "Come home dear one"
penned by Dee Roche
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