REQUIEM The song of the birds for a requiem, Mists drifting over the sky Is all that I ask for eternity, When I’ve said the last goodbye … …life is an endless link up Of infinitys’ golden chain And the links that are worn are replaced By those that are strong again. And I hope in the echoing memories, That all of us leave behind, Somewhere a voice will be heard, Saying “I always meant to be kind”. Few of us make the glory, Most of us fall by the way, But to be lovingly remembered by someone Then blessed are they. Francis Annie Hughes