Influence of writingsby J. Randal Matheny © 2011

If no one else remembers me,
Not friends nor even family,
When I am gone and laid to rest,
And having done my worst and best,

May some small child, a curious boy,
On setting aside his favorite toy,
Seek out a word that might inspire,
And find a poem of mine to admire.

If but for a moment he delights
In thoughts of mine to fuel his flights,
To turn the mind benevolent,
Though dead and gone, I’ll be content.

_oO¥Oo_

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So far this trip I have been to three funerals or visitation. From what I hear, a fourth may not be far away.

One was a family member, one the wife of an old school mate, the other the son, three years older than I, of a family we used to go to church with when I was a boy.

These back-to-back funerals remind me that Continue reading