I've lived a Lot

When my time is up, and
I’ve become ashes to ashes,
dust in the wind,
think of me and what
I’ve done and where
I’ve been.

To the snow covered mountains,
desert so low and hot.
Across the oceans blue and deep,
to the world cities a lot.

I’ve carried a rifle strapped across
my back, guarded big iron birds
from attack.

I’ve plowed fields of yellow corn,
lifted bails of hay into a big
red barn.

I’ve fished the rivers and lakes,
made candy and cakes.

I’ve had many a friend,
and a enemy or two.
But that’s life,
that’s what we do.

I’ve loved and been loved,
that’s like flying high
on the wings of a snow white dove.

I lived in a time when the world
was upside down, but that’s all right,
I managed to keep my feet on the ground.

Things could have been better,
but as you know,
they could have been worse.

So regrets, I have none,
and this poem is hereby done.

Mourn me not,
for I’ve lived a lot!

Jackie r. Kays
Copyright…2002

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