I think of all the poems I've written, and all the words I've said.

And I wonder if I will still be here, a long time after I'm dead.

These poems to me are so much more, then writing on the wall.

They are the feelings I have felt, and help me when I fall.


I look and see the titles, as time has passed me by.

Remembering the pain I've felt, this is not a lie.

Some are controversial, and some are full of fun.

Others are quite a shock, and some are far from done.


But my poems are mine and mine alone, this I can't deny.

I must continue to do my best, I must continue to try.

So if someone were to read my poems, and leave a word or two.

Then my time has not been lost my friend, as long as you were true.