REUNITED

Far too many are the ones
with whom I'll walk no more
will they again see setting suns
having reached that other shore?

I wonder if they e're look back
to this side of the sea
or if they even have the knack
of giving thought to you or me

It's getting pretty crowded there
as I advance slowly with age
and loved ones here become more rare
on this side of the page

So I guess when comes the day
the beats are numbered in my heart
and old skin wrinkles like dry clay
I'll be ready, anxious, to depart