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When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
Bid me farewell with flowers.
Sent me home not with a popowlee.
If you want to miss me, it should not be too long,
For where I’m enroute, there, the weather is clear.
And if you desire my company,
Just look around, I’m everywhere.
I’m the air that you breathe.
I’m the songs of the bluejay.
I’m the alarm beside your bed,
Chiming the breaking of a new day.
I haven’t gone; my eyes are only shut.
I have gone with the angels to dine with my forebears.
When dawn breaks the morning sky,
I will be right back here.
So, reserve for me a seat,
When you visit our usual grills and bars.
I will be there to share the holiday, my darling.
We shall play and laugh till tears roll down our eyes.
Mention my name when you pray,
Tell the children of me at the square.
So long, you don’t forget my name, starlight,
I shall always be near.
This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.
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