As times ticks on and I get old
I think more about how I've lived
And how I will be remembered
On the day my markers called in
Will i be the father loving and kind
There by your side through every trial
Always there to pick up the pieces
With a kind word and gentle smile
Will I be the loving husband
Who never wandered always true
Our bond made in heavens forge
My love never waned but only grew
Or will I be remembered for my faults
From which there are so many to choose
Or as the delinquent youth full of scorn
Who pushed away those who were close
Or will it be a all of the above
And the colourful life I have lead
Maybe just being remembered
Should be good enough in the end
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Daniel (
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Wonderful write, really enjoyed it
Thanks Tony
Welcome
Today being a loving father and husband is terrific. Nicely done.
Thank you Augustus!
A great reminiscent piece Daniel, in the end we all lead colourful lives and to be remembered for the colour, not the shades of black, white and grey, is what makes us unique in the hearts and minds of those we hold dear. Rainbows are far more beautiful than storm clouds; but without the rain the rainbow would not exist! xx
Very nicely put SabreLi, as you say all our experiences add colour and texture to our lives. Tank you for your great comment
I love it
Thank you!
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