...I TRIED TO HELP

Have you ever imagined what would be said at your funeral? All of the ones I went to, there were no words from the departed. None. No "kiss my ass", no "missing you" nothing.While I don't anticipate one for myself anytime soon, I decided to write how I feel at 48, just to see what things change at 58 or 68....

here's what I came up with.

It's time to leave
Go home...
Goodbye....
A life fulfilled

Regrets are few...
A long, long list
of people who
were memorable

and gave me hope
of a better me
to reflect upon
...be proud I was

a good friend to some
Did not have many
but those that were
were such good folks

Lucky... I was
having people around
who could share a laugh
and a thought or two

I wish they felt
the same about me
Yet, I realize
I'm not the guy

who inspires all
or even a few
My only goal
by the end of me

was to leave this earth
a better place
I fear I failed
...yet again

As I look back
I see no change
but I realize
I've had a happier time

than if I gave up
a long time ago
So what is it
that can be said?

A few simple words
Like the man I am

… I tried to help