Monday, November 02, 2009

BusterStronghart@Gmail.com

I must think on this; and hold it aside for a while.
I must put the draft of my thoughts aside
But in a safe place. I must remember
It's my purpose in life,

The names, the friends, and even
those I knew,
Left at the side of the road,
I must not    forget even one. It's my job.
But after me,

There's no one to pass on each
Memory.

mek  Nov 2009





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