The One I Was

I’ve reached my journeys end yet with a smile
And soon my shell will be but dust to dust
And though I know my going brings such grief
Mourn only for a short time if you must
But know my soul is now so full of joy
Free from the shackles of my anguished pain
My very essence in a better place
There I will bide till all shall meet again
My happy spirit soars, alive and free
I am the one I was, will always be
Pamela M. Brooke 2oo5