Jul 05, 2010 15:27
What I do best
Do you think you’d be better
At doing what I do best?
I don’t think that’s possible
I’m not good at many things
But this is the one thing
Where I am better than everyone
It may not mean much to you
But it is what defines me
It ensures my memory after death
So why would you try to take that?
Why would you lessen this for me?
I don’t understand you at all now.
You would have me forgotten?
When it’s the one thing I fear…
Could you be so heartless?
Have I done something to anger you?
That you would take this from me?
This thing that I do best of all.
“Do you think you’d be better at doing what I do best? Maybe your right….”
William Marshall Woody
poetry