I Have Lived and Loved
What is this energy within me that forces me to write?
Can it be a yearning for immortality?
A wish that after I die a part of me will yet live?
I know my feelings are real; they are, in fact, "me".
And I must express them, and by doing so,
admit to them.
For when feelings are gone,
life itself becomes mere existence.
And if anyone should read my words, they will know me.
And that I believed that life must be lived,
and love must be shared.
And that I ran each day the full gamut of happiness,
as well as sadness.
That I knew pain as well as pleasure.
That I lived; that I loved.
And I did stop to take account,
and be thankful for it all!!
I think everyone should
listen to this poem.....
This poem is my father's
property, please do not use this without my consent.
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