What will they say about me

When I am gone?

What is “say” and who are “they”?

I am one grain of sand

Upon this earth.

My passing, though of

Anguish at the time,

Will produce but few

Obituary lines.

And I’ll join,

God knows where,

The souls of the legion

Who are there.

God, let me live every day

So at the end they will say Goodbye friend, lover, father, writer,

Man unknown.

We’ll sometimes miss you–

And your writing will live on.

Herb Gentry