Legacy 09*14*84
My poetry is my legacy,
To my friends left behind,
No matter where I am at,
They’re always on mind.
I leave behind thoughts kind,
Of friends both won and lost,
And the price I payed,
Was well worth the cost.
I loved them all,
With all my heart,
Tho’ sometimes so dumb,
And sometimes so smart.
So when I’m gone,
And six feet under,
I leave my friends,
One small wonder.
I hope my friends,
Will try to understand,
The works and thoughts,
Wrought by my hand.
Think of me oft,
Think of me kind,,
For no one knows,
This confused child’s mind.
