Turn off the light
lay down your head.
you have come
at last
to your place
of rest.
As you drift away
leave your stuff
at the end of
your bed,
for it is enough
now, all is done,
and pain has gone.
So, both glad
and sad, and so
much more
we wave you off
to a somewhat
distant shore
with stumbling
hope we strain
our eyes to see
some kind of place
we all might be
meeting
once more
