a poem

[bringthedove]

well i hope that i have made a lasting impact on you, as lasting all of you have me.
This life is but a vapor
it's passing, we're passing
and soon we'll reach the end
each person will be faced with the question
what did we do with it
and it wont be long, no it wont be.. long.. before
i have to meet You face to face
these days of our youth
did we waste them
if i were gone tomorrow
would i look back
with no regrets on
words unsaid, lines unread, would You say
"welcome home son, welcome home, my son, you're home."
and we're not garunteed the sun will rise tomorrow
so live each one, cause someday it wont
the sun wont rise, we'll breathe our last,
this life is past, what was my impact