Sometimes my thoughts are very private.
Soul searching you ask;
could be, or they are just about my fate.
Thoughts laying in the sun to bask.

Why am I who I am where I am?
Could I have changed it for the better,
or would the dream only be a sham?
Do you have to meet fate to the letter?

If only I had done this;
or had it worked out a little different,
what would I miss?
What made my memories so permanent?

When I am dead and gone
will I be remembered as a plus;
or will it be what I should have done;
Why I was Who I was When I was

D R Geske, May 12, 1999

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