"Going home" the old Poet said and shed a little tear
The time spent was too short yet so glad I was here
And when you might think that you miss me much
Remember the words I wrote, the hearts I still touch
But then these friends in one voice cried, old Poet dear
Recollect just a little bit before you shed a single tear
When you recall your poems funny, sad, and all the rest
Just remember was we that were inspiration for your best
--
I shall dance the music that life
plays for me, of sunshine and
shadows waiting to be free.
Greeting the splendor when the
storm is past,
embracing the rapture as I
breathe my last.