The hour has come, and fate draws near
A life well-lived, now ends in fear
Death\'s bony grip, so cold and clear
Has come to claim what once was dear
The body fades, like autumn leaves
Its strength and vigor, now bereaved
The soul takes flight, and upward cleaves
To realms beyond, where all believes
Yet life remains, in memories bright
A flame that burns, both day and night
In hearts and minds, that hold the light
Of those who\'ve passed, beyond our sight
So let us honor, those who\'ve gone
With words of love, and deeds well-done
For though they\'ve journeyed, far beyond
Their spirit lingers, and lives on.