When I’m gone and dead,
or dead and gone, however
you want to phrase my passing
on, think not of me today, but
me only of…yesterday.
When I was alive and well,
and you and I would sit
by the old garden gate
for a spell, with its
climbing roses, we
loved so well.
Words of glee would
pass, and the meanings
they will always last.
You were young and life was a blast.
We would tease, snicker and laugh,
and I would tell you stories of times
long past.
Now those days have all traveled down
that old dirt road, and my life has come to
its end, yet when those warm lazy summer
days come again, please think of me…
your old uncle Jim.