Each and Every Day

At first he only was a friend, And then loved him much in the end; To many I might have been hilarious, But to others my position was precarious. It is amazing how people interpret things, And sympathy and much emotion it brings; Some were pleasing while others produced heartache; Back to heaven one day my soul God will take. Time and several things are so fleeting; Now that both God and I are meeting; What I had done was only simple and plain; I got wet while standing in the rain. Feel sorry for those I left behind, Now that I have my peace of mind; There still is much more to say, And I will pray for them each and everyday. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran