It’s clear to see I’ve come and gone.
As much as I would like to stay
To be with all of your each day
To talk and play and kneel to pray,
The body’s old, the hair is grey
The time has come to slip away.
And leave you all to carry on.
As far as we know, this completes the collection of Robert's Rhyme. This is the rhyme Dad had with his own (short) obituary. It was on the back of his funeral program and seems a fitting way to end entries on this blog.