You are a rose
... full blown no more
That you have been loved
has never been a chore
I pray peace for you
and ease of journey
to the promised land
where your Lady waits
with love in her eyes
and faith on her left hand
You are the gift, her rose,
for as your petals fold,
they are becoming gold
... your payment home
God bless those
who must remain
when you have gone
