The years may come and go
and as I older grow,
I often wonder
as the past I ponder,
why there isn't more to show.
Some others seem to be
two jumps ahead of me.
Looks like they've made it
and I have had it,
judging by what I see!
I guess I could be wrong--
no need to sound the gong.
If I help others
whom life now smothers,
the world may hear my song.
It's not so much what I
will own- comes time to die,
but who will miss me,
in memory bless me,
when I have said goodbye.
fpn 12/79
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