An UnturnedPpage
The unturned page asks this question, what do I leave you , my son
To keep as the proof of my living , when my life is all over and done
I have no money or jewels, insurance , no stocks and no bonds
So I sit here and ponder the answer, what gift do I leave for my son??
It seems I can count on my fingers the things I have owned in this life
All I have is this small cluttered corner, it's free from all worry and strife
It's filled up with such happy hours and some things that I like to do
But hours of my quiet pleasures would be so much nothing to you
Perhaps, I can leave you a message, some hopes and even some dreams
That some where some happy tomorrow, things won't look as bad as they seem,
So I think I'll just leave you this adage , this precept in which to believe
That a person who stoops to help others is a prince among men, yes indeed
I'll leave you portion of courage, a love of life that is strong
A dream of a better tomorrow , some wisdom to hang dreams upon
I leave you my love of pure beauty, and if I should die in the night
I'll pray that I've given you tools to live life so free and so right
Well, it looks like I'm leaving you riches, ideas that money can't buy
Hey! listen, I guess I've forgotten, no man is to big to cry
Still when the crying is ended and the everyday cares have begun
I'll send you from my seat in heaven the power to just carry on!
By jollynoblefrog
© 2008 jollynoblefrog
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