Gods Precious Gift.
I'll lend you for a little while
this soul of mine, God said.
For you to cherish while he lives, and mourn when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years, or only two or three,
But will you till I call him home, look after him for me?
He'll bring his love to guide
you, and should his stay be brief,
You'll have a host of memories, as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he'll stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below, I want this soul to learn.
I've searched the wide world
over in my quest for a teacher true,
And from the throng that crowds life's land, at last I've chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think your labour vain,
Nor turn against me when I call, to take him home again.
Hamlet who died November 2001
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