For Shar, a daughter who passed too soon

We will
dance and sing till sundown and feast with abandon

We’ll Sleep
when the morning comes

Ane we’ll
rise to the sound of the bird songs

We’ll be
here when e world slows down and the sunbeams fade away

Keeping
time with a pendulum, As the Fabric stats to fray

There are  no such times as time to kill, nor time to
throw away

So once for
the bright sky, and twice for another day,

Come, come
along now, run  away from the humdrum

We’ll go to
a place that is free from Greed, and boredom

And we’ll
break our fast  with friends who

Mourn for
me, west of here our story never ends

Author
unkown

Originally Published on https://boomersnotsenior.blogspot.com/

Royce Shook Blogger

I served as a teacher, a teacher on Call, a Department Head, a District Curriculum, Specialist, a Program Coordinator, and a Provincial Curriculum Coordinator over a forty year career. In addition, I was the Department Head for Curriculum and Instruction, as well as a professor both online and in person at the University of Phoenix (Canada) from 2000-2010.

I also worked with Special Needs students. I gave workshops on curriculum development and staff training before I fully retired