When My Time Is Done At Last
By Ben Whisman
Draft: ; Final: ; (Added last two verses.)
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- When my time is done at last,
- Be it an instant, months, years passed,
- Though all my sense and memory dim,
- Let my love be true.
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- I have known love and loss, in life,
- And things I cannot fathom,
- They are too big, too deep, to know,
- Yet in its many forms, I recall love best.
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- Memories of those long gone?
- I’ll see them soon enough.
- Their loss is temporary.
- What matters is the love we share.
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- Present limits press upon me?
- Nothing can contain my spirit’s flight,
- When my daydreams go roaming.
- Anything is possible, limitless, like love.
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- The future, uncertain, far or too short?
- My time here will be what it is,
- Beyond the veil, another life awaits.
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- When my time is done at last,
- Dear loved one, worry not,
- Though now you grieve, it’s true.
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- Though for a time, we may be apart,
- We are together, within our souls;
- Someday, we will be forever rejoined.