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
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