Flown
There is one thing we all know,
when its time, we must go.
Friends, lovers, sisters and brothers,
hardest of all, our fathers and mothers.
May we pass with no struggle or strife,
leaving fond memories of our life.
When the time to leave is mine,
raise a glass of fine red wine.
As I travel through the unknown,
smile and drink to me, for this bird has flown.
Words and image by Randy J. Cole,
