Of the value of life

I May Be Dead, But I Will Not Have Gone

Of the value of life
My last breath will have been given to the air around me, So look for me in the still air of morning, And in the rushing winds of the afternoon. My body will have returned its borrowed substance to the world around us, So look for me in the growing grass And the swaying of the woodland trees. My genes are only borrowed from the generations before me, So look for me in the countenances of my children, And the happy smiles of my grandchildren. The waters of my body will have been returned to the atmosphere, So look for me in the magnificent clouds of the day-time And in the radiant skies of the sunset. My love was given to me by my parents, So look for me in the love I have given you And in the love you give to your children. My thoughts I have always shared with those who cared to listen, So look for me where other folk now run their courses And may change the world just a little. From the stuff of stars came the atoms that made me, To the stuff of stars they will eventually return. I may be dead, But I will not have gone. Patrick Coleman* Now a Member of Truro Meeting, Patrick was for many years a Member at Liskeard and the original editor of The Fountain.


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