Just think if no doubt those twinkling stars
Reflecting there alone
Are tracing your name against ashen skies
Never more to roam

That night is fast approaching
When we will stand alone
Together one with one
Near the heavenly throne

That night is speeding on to greet us
With epitaph so fine
And there you'll find within your soul
Your epitaph in rhyme

Some gain some pain and a little fame
A laugh lest you may moan
That star it gleams on a distant shore
From where it will never roam

John Cornick
Halifax, Nova Scotia