I feel a calm descending
As my soul prepares to rise
I feel the light within me
As I open up my eyes
Then looking down below me
I see the shell that once was mine
And know it won't be long now
Before I leave this point in time
I hope I have contributed
Towards my time on earth
That all my friends and loved ones
Will regard me with some worth
Our time is but a short one
In the greater scheme of things
And I will leave with no regrets
For where the Angels sing.
Graham Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moving-on-6/
