Just a Poem
SpaceEagle
Published
04/19/2011
Just a Poem
The Winter of my life is here
It's very plain to see
There's not much left here of my life
For you to share with me
There may be still a few short years
If luck stays on my side
But you know how my luck does run
There's nothing here to hide
In the mean time I will try
To do my very best
To give you what is in my heart
At least what there is left
I know I don't have much to give
But what I give is real
And you can take that to the bank
Or to the seventh seal
I hope that I can pass along
Something that is of worth
Perhaps some words; perchance a song
Gleaned from my time on Earth
And if it turns that all I say
Is nothing but nonsense
I will not be offended if
With it you do dispense
Copyright © 2011 Cal Jennings
The Winter of my life is here
It's very plain to see
There's not much left here of my life
For you to share with me
There may be still a few short years
If luck stays on my side
But you know how my luck does run
There's nothing here to hide
In the mean time I will try
To do my very best
To give you what is in my heart
At least what there is left
I know I don't have much to give
But what I give is real
And you can take that to the bank
Or to the seventh seal
I hope that I can pass along
Something that is of worth
Perhaps some words; perchance a song
Gleaned from my time on Earth
And if it turns that all I say
Is nothing but nonsense
I will not be offended if
With it you do dispense
Copyright © 2011 Cal Jennings
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