For Margie

Yes I'm sad you are leaving;
Leaving for a farther shore.
Yet I know one day I'll see you
When I too pull on those oars.

You'll be one of those to greet me;
Greet me on a farther shore.
Young and full of life you'll be,
A woman old no more.

Perhaps we'll spend some time together;
Together on a farther shore.
Perhaps we'll laugh and reminisce
On all that's gone before.

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