At The End Of My Days Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

At the end of my days when final darkness falls
Body resting grave deep, coffin held, soul free,
Life's journey over, bones crumpling to dust
Will you remember me and the love we shared?
Let me die a poet, pilgrim from burnished land
Whose Muse sang for truth and love, and God
Praised the best human heart can achieve
Following high roads, steps faltering but goals achieved.
I would be remembered for humour, compassion
Claimed by many as friend, lover not forgot.
Let those who shared His bread drink from His chalice
Walk with courage in the footsteps of the faithful.
In childhood a voice called to me, sweet and true
hear it still, calling, echoing within the mind.