Meeting No More

I don't think that we will meet again When it's time to go to the other side, Of course only God will know exactly when And of course, after we have died. In Heaven I will not sit there and wait Or be there anticipating your hopeful arrival, I won't be their waiting at the entrance gate With my opened arms as if a survival. You will have been forgotten and buried My thoughts and memories will no longer know of you, Another place you will have been carried From the sins that you did do. Of course we will never meet no more You'll become a forgotten dream that I once had, Memories of you are of the past and the before Now in Heaven I'll be happy and never sad. Randy L. McClave