those last brave moments

 


when i am old
and
lying on my
death bed,
someone will
ask me...

and what did
you accomplish?

and I'm a weak
and broken voice
like a song bird
that has lost its
melody I will
answer...

I have honestly
loved a few
people.

wrote volumes
of mediocre
poetry.

and it made no
difference if that
love was returned
or those poems
we're ever read
by others

it was my love
to give away.
my words to
write.

what greater feat
is there than to
give and create.

with that said,
I will close
my eyes
and
end