Tuesday, May 12, 2026

poem

 THINKING ALOT THESE DAYS OF JUST HOW MUCH TIME DO JOEY AND I HAVE LEFT ON THIS EARTH AND HOPE WE BOTH  GO CLOSE TOGETHER WHEN THAT TIME COMES.

Should I go first and you remain,
One thing I'd have you do:
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For I will wait for you.
I'll want to know each step you take,
That I may walk the same;
For some day down that lonely road,
You will hear me call your name. 


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