Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Who..

who will come when I'm gone?
who will shed a tear and smile as another speaks fondly of my life?
who will look into the hole where I lay... and say...
I will miss you...
we will miss you... my friend.
who will raise a glass in my Honor and say with pride...
he was my friend...
I am not ashamed and will not hide my feelings...
for i truly loved him.
who will walk by my side on the last journey, smiling with fond memory...
yet tearful for their loss...
for me their friend... who is now lost?