The Last Rhyme

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.

Self Published

He wrote his own obituary,

So long that it was somewhat scary.

A casual glance and you could see

He’s written his autobiography.

Moving to Utah

They found their new home after days on the road.

The neighbors all came to help them unload.

They came with food to say hello:

Grated fresh carrots and green Jello.

Amazing

A wonderful thing is touchup paint.

The scratch is there and then it ain’t.