the tears follow...
we bid our last goodbyes,
as the children cry,
although mum says
"he's gone to a better place"
they can't help themselves out of the daze
our life's work
our life's work
is judged by our ways
how you're sent off will depend,
who's hand you held
and who's live's you've touched
and who's live's you've touched
be it so small
the footprint says it all
everyone's not an island
everyone's not an island
lives are helplessly linked
even when a tiny pebble comes along
the ripples spread far and wide
may you rest well
may you rest well
may you have joy
may your spirit and wisdom
be carried on....
Dedicated to my Neighbour, Uncle Goh- who passed away This wednesday, 26th January, 2011
