My Epitaph Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

When it's my time to go
I want no sorrowed tears
Lived my life the best I know
And did not waste those years.

I fought my earthly battles
And cried my human pain
When all the dust settles,
I stand up once again.

Good times were not enough
One does not climb a mountain
Reach the top by sliding up-
The way was hard, but sane.

I never lose my laughter
And love for things of nature
My trials made me stronger,
My losses made me mature.

And hopefully the other side
Will have less of those mountains
More bright rainbows I can ride
More sunshine after the rain.