Don’t panic…I’m still here



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…



About kkfroggie

Native Virginian, 4 years in the USAF, became a "one-woman man" in 1961 (Judy is my soulmate forever), 6 years with Sandia Corporation in Albuquerque, New Mexico, 28 years in ATC, 5 years instructing ATC, retired, enjoying the heat of Arizona, lovin' the American Southwest and playing lots of golf!! Life is "just right"!!!
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4 Responses to MARKER of LIFE

  1. A great poem giving a different point of view about eulogies.
    The opposite of The Dash (also very good), we are led to imagine from our own experience, what might be said.
    Much enjoyed.

  2. Jill says:

    A poet’s verse lingers long past his living presence or the etched stone where he now resides. Your gifts are many, your humor legend, your legacy secure!

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