The Life That I Have by LunaFlower

(Disclaimed: 'A Code Poem for the French Resistance', Leo Marks)

The life that I have is all that I have
And the life that I have is yours.

'Ermm. Hi, my name is Darren, I rung about the audition?'
Nervously the young man cleared his throat and began to sing.
Daniel was mesmerised. It was like his destiny had just walked in the room.

The love that I have of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.

'Danny no! Put me down. Put me down this instant.'
'Uh-uh, no way. I am carrying you across this threshold if it's the last thing I do.'

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have,

'I'm so tired Jonesy, I'm just going to have a little lay-down for a while.'
Daniel sighed as Darren slowly made his way towards their bedroom door. It seemed that Darren was constantly tired these days.

Yet death will be but a pause,

Daniel's voice cracked and he lowered the paper he was reading from.
Taking a deep breath he continued, reciting the rest of the poem from heart.

For the peace of my years in the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he looked down at the closed casket before him.
'And yours and yours and yours.' He repeated, his voice little more than a whisper.
'Goodbye Darren.'