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Last Words
Out with the old
in with the new,
I hope they mean the year
and not me and you.
I know I am old and
what is left is gray,
And long ago
I saw my best day.
Yet, for a while longer
I hope to be around,
While standing upright
on top of the ground.
When it comes time to be my last day
this is what I want my last words to say:
I couldn’t lead or follow
so I got the heck out of the way.
JRS © 12-12-98
the"Okie" Poet
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The "Okie" Poet
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