| JAMOE DIXON KIMBERLEY |

| Sitting here in a graveyard looking all around,Every time it makes me wonder why I am not in the ground.There has to be a reason why I am still here too,It has to be, I still have something left to do.Maybe it could be something I can even do for you.I wonder what it is, or maybe I don’t want to know,I hope it will be something done, of a good deed before I go.We buried an older lady who was my friend,To a much greater reward this lady will ascend.She is the mother of a good man I call friend.I am now looking at the grave, and the next tombstone I see,Has the name Gibson, that could have been me.It is so very scary and not quite right,That a tombstone with Gibson is shading her light.But so ends her strife, and starts her afterlife. Another time, Another life, Jack Gibson, January 13, 2006 |