If time shall fail the fool will fall
Knowing little but loving all
Past his prime pushing prose
Pasting poetry writing to slow
If he has done his job
Knowing what he knows
Going where he went
Where only dreamers dare go
He is me the hopeful heart
Slightly swollen ego
All I ask is when I am done
When my time is up
And I am gone
Please know I loved you all
I hope that the world is just a little better
For me being me than nothing at all