
In the quiet of the morning mist,
Amidst the whispers of the wind,
Lies the truth of life’s sweet twist,
Where presence reigns over treasure’s din
For the Lord, in His infinite grace,
Values not the wealth we amass,
But the moments shared, face to face,
With Him, our loved ones, till the last
In the embrace of family ties,
More precious than silver, gold, or gem,
Resides the love that never dies,
In hours spent, not in gifts we send
So let my epitaph be writ in stone,
A testament to a life well lived,
In the joys of love, fully known,
With every moment, freely given and received
For I’ll start living as if I were dying,
Embracing each breath, each day anew,
And when my time on earth is flying,
May my epitaph declare, “faithful and true”

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Beautiful!
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Thanks very much!!! 🙂🙏🏽🙂
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Lovely!
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Thanks much Warren!!
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Blessings!
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To you too Warren. Thank you 🙏🏽
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A beautiful epitaph, Dawn! I also like the idea of a life well lived.
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Absolutely!!! Have a great week ahead.
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A marvelous poem. Living to the fullest with love.
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Thanks dear Sadje!!!!! Yea indeedy 🙏🏽😊🙏🏽
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🙏🏼👍🏼🙏🏼
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Well-penned, my friend! 👏🏼
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Thanks dear Eliza!!!!!
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