Looking Back

The last poem, I will ever write, will be on a dark and lonely night, I will be alone in my water bed, thoughts of yesterday in my head; I'll be thinking of my life as a child, Living my whole life meek and mild, I've had some loves and I have lost, I paid the price, absorbed the cost. then I'll think about my mom and dad, the best parents a man could have had, knowing that they always did their best, but I had surely put them to the test. my life will be gone as I have known it, I've done my best I haven't blown it, I hope that God will accept my heart, not hell but heaven, let me be a part.