the picture in the paper, all that's left to remember

the world is upside down, at least half the time

that cage you built around yourself... oh you didn't know

when youth thinks it knows wisdom laughs, but also watches

summer is the time we all forget our winter promises

there must be ghosts
its what ive seen
how else do you explain it
all around I look
and all I see
is my old man's legacy

like the look I give
those ******* drivers

the caring stubbornness
my sister's own

quiet honest love of the man
my brother has become

his grandchildren and ours
are etched in his way
he will  live on forever
in our own legacy

the balance between thought and writing maybe one word too...