That Guy

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A poet is asked a question that he had never thought about, until now.

Submitted: July 07, 2016

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Submitted: July 07, 2016



They asked me,

"How do you want to be remembered?"

And I answered, "Gee, I don't know."

Maybe as a thoughtful man

With a kind and gentle soul.

But my German tongue and Irish temper

Could never make that so.

So I simply said, "When I'm dead

May they say, --- "God rest his soul.


It would be nice if my poems survive,

Or my stories that some could read,

Maybe a verse that will transverse

A reader's soul in need.

I'd like to leave some chosen words

That will never be erased,

Making connections, on close inspections,

Of the trails that I once faced.


Touching hearts, minds, and funny-bones,

I'd like to be remembered like that;

Like a vagabond, just moving on,

Like a carefree alley cat.

But that's not my suite; I'm more like a boot,

Well worn but not well laced.

I made my choices, and wrote my stories,

Some are trials that I once faced.


So how should I be remembered?

As that guy that wrote that story.

You know the one, his poems are fun,

But not so slated for fame and glory.




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