OBSCURITY

OBSCURITY

When young I wanted immortally
My likeness done in bronze and stone
Now I’m old I want obscurity
When I die just cover my bones.

Yes, I stumbled, and I fell
I know my mistakes all too well
But the tides of time will
Wash the foot prints away.

When youth had command
I wanted foot prints in the sand
Now that old age has his way
All I do is look back and pray,

That the tides of time will
Wash the foot prints away.
The kindest thing history can say,
He never came this way.

© Prof. Don T. Nomuch 2006