Once the sands run out,
what will the story be about;
Rhythm and blues,
Rhythm and Poetry,
or just another unsolved mystery,
left right out of life's history,
spiritual misery,
sin all week
and beg forgiveness on Sunday;
Once Father-Time punches the clock
on my game
will the papers read about a life lived
in fame or shame,
joyfulness or pain,
or will the truth be spoken,
loved joking and toking,
balling and scribing;
Once its over and the physical remains
no more
I pray he was loved.....truly...