What will I leave behind as I look at my life how will it be defined will I be considered kind or have only caused strife and others teeth to grind and a larger land fill Do I really need allll the new junk I buy I Like antiques they have character that has stood the test of time But in trooth are they not also just junk sublime. I like my cars they go fast but if theres no gas then they get walked past. Id rather be remembered for those I help A kindness, if just to a butterfly in paint of red, a fish caught in a bed of kelp, or a secret gift to a hospital that heals a young Child. Oh' to ease anothers soul that should in truth be all's goal.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
I have a tenative diagnosis of ALS, a non contagious, untreatable deadly medical condition. It has not been absolutely confirmed at the time of this writing, but it certainly makes me retrospective.
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