Like the way rain washes all dirt,
taking them to places not known,
death’s an end with one beginning;
That beginning’s to an end prone.
All we have is time that’s running.
In Memory of SPB
In Memory of C M Turner
With a smile contagious and words much thoughtful;
My spirits you lifted, shared stories soulful.
Now you lie sadly dead, your soul though is high;
In heaven rejoicing, but on Earth I cry.