Don’t panic…I’m still here
DEATH AND BIRTH
If there were to be a marker
When I have left this earth,
I wish that it would only say
The date of death and birth.
There are no words to be carved
That would carry any weight.
I’ve done a lot of good things,
But none considered great.
I say, no greatness have I done.
I’ve lived a simple way.
Fortune, fame came not to me;
But rich, I am, I say!
Others made me what I am;
A person that was dutiful.
The loving family, loyal friends;
‘Tis they who made life beautiful.
They are the ones, let it be known
Who formed my lucky life;
Were always there when I was not;
At times when there was strife
So save those words for those
Who have done much more than me.
I’m grateful that some may think
And want a lastng eulogy.
No more words on that marker
There’s no more should be said.
But if there’s someone who insists;
Simply etch that Kemit’s dead…