Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; when you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And after wards remember, do not grieve: for if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thought that once I had, Better by far you should...
Paul Bond
January 14, 2011 | Sheffield Lake, OH